So, me and Lee had to stay round my brothers last night. Why? Because of nasty goings on.
(Now,
I know a lot of you don't believe in ghosts or the paranormal, or
anything of that nature, so I ask either you keep your negative
opinions to yourself, don't read this, or at least have an open mind.)OK,
so it was a normal night time for us. We'd finished watching Dexter
season 4 episode 2, Lee decided to go have a shave while I tinkered
with Facebook and ate a cheese bagel. Everything was fine...
Suddenly,
Lee shouts me up and he has shaving foam over his face and patches
where he'd been shaving. He looked a state and it wasn't actually
because of that, it was because of what had just happened to him. He
was apparently busy shaving when all of a sudden he saw, as he
described it, an angry, bald man staring back at him behind him in the
mirror. He said he was short, bald, dark eyed (Like he'd had no sleep)
and looked very menacing.
Now, although I believe in these types
of things, I am the sort of person who tries to think of the most
sensible thing that it could be first before jumping to a 'paranormal'
conclusion. This time, however, I also experienced it. It was awful.
Not only was it in the mirror, but in the reflection of my kitchen
window too when we went downstairs.
Also, very loud bumps from
upstairs, footsteps, the cold tap seeping hot water, Lee's razor
suddenly not working at all (LITERALLY) then suddenly working again so
he cuts himself, drips of water randomly appearing, brushes against
skin, cold feelings... But, the atmosphere. Yeesh. I've never felt so
threatened in my entire life.
I just had to get out of the house
to clear my head. Lee was scared shitless, as he doesn't believe in
ghosts, or anything like that, but he knew what had happened and was
petrified. I, on the other hand, do believe in it, it being part of my
beliefs, but I'm never usually scared of spirits. But, this time I was.
Ryan
came over, picked us up and we kipped on his sofa. I only got about an
hours sleep and whenRyan came in to go to work, I felt well groggy.
I've been home about an hour and I still feel uneasy. Lee was growled
at downstairs in the livingroom and so I have my Sobek statue guarding
my door and my ankh firmy in my hand.
I'm not happy...