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From A Visitor
in California
It was 15 years ago. I was a young adult with a drug problem. Over and over I tried to stay away from drugs and clean up. I had not been aware of ghostly activity while intoxicated. On speed, all I perceived was myself. It was only after I had detoxed that the ghostly footsteps would commence.
Keeping me awake, they would pace in anxious circles on the wood floor. Stopping in front of me from time to time, I could almost feel his face inches from mine! Once I saw his tall lanky silhouette at the window. I must not panic, I thought. After all, is it any surprise one's mind would play tricks on them after what I had been doing? Even if the place was haunted, I was leaving soon. I was planning to move. I assumed ghosts stayed at their location. T Two years later, still using off and on, I put on my best dress and met my father in the lobby where he worked for lunch. He was introducing me to some coworkers. Then, a man named Jim walked in. When he shook my hand I felt a ball of heat. Later that day, Dad called and said Jim needed to tell me something. I seemed that Jim was a psychic healer. He said " Are you aware that you have a parasitic entity? A tall shadow was standing next to you in the lobby, but when I looked, it tried to hide behind your skirt! They attach themselves to addicts and alcoholics. They hang around places where the living uses their drug of choice. Having no physical body, they can no longer get high, so they get high by proxy. They cannot get inside you but they can sort of merge with your aura. People should never have more than two drinks or get too intoxicated. It fractures the aura and that is how they get in. I saw more than one piece in your aura shattered." That night as I got undressed, I realized I was never alone. Angrily I said "cant I even have one minute of privacy?" "NO WAY" came in to my thoughts with a leer. It wasn't my thought. That did it! "You like my lifestyle? You could go anywhere! What do you want with me? I never have any fun! All I do is work! After two jobs (one to pay the bills, one for the dope) I'm too tired for recreation, socializing, and a sex life. You like this sink full of dishes? What a moron! And guess what! I'll be one no more! If cleaning up is what it takes to get rid of you, than watch me!" "Sure, how many times have you tried that" he smirked. His dialogue wasn't audible. But it was clear as a bell in my mind and!
I finally knew I wasn't nuts.
I moved into a three month live in drug rehab. One girl disliked me from day one. After two weeks, she took me aside and apologized for her hostility.
She explained that she could see this black thing follow me everywhere and having been raised fundamentalist, assumed it was demonic. She thought I was some kind of devil worshiper. But, she said, it was gone now so we could be friends. The next morning, pretty young thing in our dorm went AWOL (absent without leave) before dawn.
Years later my boyfriend and I were hired to clean up a house that the bank had foreclosed on so that it could be put on the market. An empty house with nothing to dust, other than the windows and two bathrooms it seemed like easy money. They were putting a new kitchen floor in, new stove and hired a carpet cleaner. As we pulled up and parked I could feel someone watching from the windows. It felt sinister. "This place is haunted" Sean said. "I know". I said. Stepping inside we felt the hostility. "Just pay no attention", he said.
One of the perks of this job was that no one lived there and I could do it at my convenience, even at night. That's why I brought Sean. Soon he and I were doing the same window, I cleaned the inside facing the backyard, he was outside facing me. Suddenly I heard a sound coming from the other end of a long hall. Sean couldn't have heard it. Here it comes, I thought. It sounded like fingernails being dragged down the wall, the sound getting louder as it came closer. I turned toward the sound waiting. Out of the hall it floated and into the living room, a black shape. It was the blackest black I've ever seen. I had the feeling that if I put my arm into it, my arm would disappear. The top of it had a hooded shape. It vaguely was shaped like a man along with torso down to knees with no feet. It was showing off. It floated past me then disappeared into a wall. How powerful is that! Appearing visually and audibly! I turned to Sean and said, "Did you see that?" "Just ignore it, " he said. "But did you SEE it?" "It's trying to scare you. Don't give it the satisfaction" I never found out if he saw what I saw or just saw me freeze and my jaw drop open. With ghost sightings the most important thing besides the ghost itself, becomes did they see it too? "I'm not afraid of it. After all, why should I be? It's not physical. It can't touch me, can't actually hurt me. But did you SEE it!" "Just shut up and lets get to work," he said. But I couldn't concentrate. I kept looking around. Listen, I said. I'll feel more comfortable coming back here in the sunshine of tomorrow morning. How about keeping me company while I clean one bathroom then we'll pack it up? With Sean sitting on the sink while I scrubbed the tub I didn't have to watch my back. I didn't know why I felt such dread. This was not my first paranormal experience. I do E.V.P. I'd seen a ghost of a sweet looking harmless little old lady, probably somebody's grandmother.
At the cemetery in Westwood where Marilyn Monroe, Natalie wood as well as many famous people, I kept seeing a fluttering out of the corner of my eye. When I'd look I'd see nothing. So, while walking, I wheeled around in a flash I saw him. A shadow in the shape of a man duck behind a tree. Of course there was nothing there when I checked. On the E.V.P. playback, you can hear a man's derisive laughter when I mentioned how sad it was that one girl there had died so young.
In the housecleaning episode, Sean said he found a mountain of empty vodka bottles in the garage.
Has anyone there have an opinion on shadow people being connected with vices? Has anyone else had experience with or heard of parasitic entities?
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