Hi everyone,
This adventure took place back in the '60s. It involves a protective spirit.
- (I was too young and naive to think that anyone would hurt me.)
I was living in the upstairs apartment of a long-retired post office. The entrance was on the side back of the building, then up a steep staircase, probably 19-20 steps.
I’d had the odd feeling that someone was in the room with me, at times. But I never saw anything. I never felt fear over it, and I found nothing out of place. It was just my invisible friend.
One of our acquaintances came to visit, one night, after dark. We talked for a long time, sometimes he would bring up inappropriate and uncomfortable topics. But I always steered the conversation away from the subject. This man thought he knew everything about everything.
He kind of looked like Manson, Kind of creepy, Huh? This was before his murderous crime spree in California. He was just an odd, opinionated man.
When he brought up ghosts and I told him that I had one, he got excited and ordered me to show him. I walked to the stair landing, where I felt the “presence” most often.
Over a period of a few months, I had seen the 'ghost, dressed in a blue work shirt and overalls. He implied that he had worked for the railroad, long ago. This was realistic, as we lived next to an old, abandoned train stop.
As my guest told me that the Ghost was mean and evil. I told him that he wasn’t at all.
The fool tried to come into the landing with me and he was thrown back. When this happened, I too, felt a push and started falling sideways down the stairs.
I was dead, I knew it. I’d never survive a fall down those steep stairs.
I sometimes can’t believe what happened next. I felt something not only stop my fall but bring me back safe and sound to the landing. Needlessly to say, I was very shaken.
I asked my visitor to leave, which he did at a dead run. I sat on the couch like a zombie. Then out the side of my eye, the ghost materialized. He just smiled, waved at me, and faded away. I neither felt nor saw him again. I know it’s fanciful but I’ve often wondered if saving my life was the reason he was there.
blessed be
Garnet
PS. Like my ghost, I never saw the visitor again.
It makes one wonder, why?
when we first moved to Florida into an apartment building, the local spirits of that apartment made sure we knew they were there. That first night, we woke up because my daughter had an accident. Then my fiancé got up and accused me of stealing his pillow (I didn’t) because it was missing. Literally gone. Not on the floor anywhere where we were sleeping (we didn’t have our furniture yet). The cat was also meowing from somewhere and we couldn’t find her. We went all over that apartment and couldn’t find the pillow or the cat, but I could hear her. Then I finally decided to open one of the hall closet doors that has the water heater and AC in it – it’s important to know that this door sticks and makes a lot of noise when you open it – to find my fiancé’s pillow sitting on top of the water heater and the cat came walking out from behind it. To this day we still don’t know how that happened but that was only the first of many experiences we had in that apartment!
I just figured they were there first so as long as they didn’t cause harm to me and my family then they deserved to stay there just as much as us.
I definitely will let everyone know what I find out though.