I called the electric company in the morning. They said that nothing was wrong, the wires were fine, no one else had any problems. The main circuit to my apartment had just been turned off without a reason. I went next door to an older lady who had befriended me. Many days she kept me sane. She said that their electricity had been fine but she did hear weird noises in my apartment when no one was at home.

The longer I lived there, I kept getting weird thoughts in my head.  I felt as if I were in another time era at times. I would think of suicide without any kind of emotion. When I thought of it, my thoughts didn't go to, "if" I commit suicide, but "when" I commit suicide. I thought about it so calmly, until I realized that they weren't my thoughts. I kept seeing the mist more and more. There was also a gray mist that would fill the room, and I'd squint my eyes to try to see it. It just looked like someone dimmed the light when this happened or a very fine misted fog but inside. 

One particular night it was snowing. I was preparing dinner. I was holding a dish of butter and began to cut into the butter, when the knife sliced into my finger. My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I was cut by a butter knife! Blood began to spurt out of my finger. I knew it was deep. I ran over to the sink, turning on the water squeezing my finger and releasing it when the pressure behind it got too intense. My finger wouldn't stop bleeding! By luck I heard my neighbor outside and called to her through my kitchen window. She was able to come in through my back door, grabbed a kitchen towel and drove me to the emergency room.

It was there at the emergency room where we began discussing the strange happenings. I told her of the thoughts that I had been having, the thoughts of suicide that so easily came to me. I told her of the heart wrenching sighs that I would hear during the day or night. I told her it was a woman and her voice just carried through the rooms but I could never figure out where it came from. I told her about the noises in the kitchen and dishes being moved. She told me the previous tenant telling her about the same things. Things that were missing but had thought it was her room mate moving them. She also had thoughts of suicide and other thoughts that didn't make sense to her. She had also heard the dishes moving and the water running several times. I nodded my head in agreement. Often I would walk into the bathroom, thinking that I had accidentally left the water on but nothing was happening. We had both seen the mists, heard disembodied voices, felt something touching our skin. We both heard water running in the kitchen. We both smelled the same putrid smell of excrement in the den at times. At least I knew that it wasn't my imagination.

I was constantly getting scratched hard on top of my head as if someone very tall, took a finger and dug into my scalp with it. I'd always react, grabbing my head and telling it to stop. I'm used to spirits and ghosts reacting to them by talking with them. You have to be careful at times with them, they'll take your energy of the emotions if you're not careful. I was getting downright upset with this head scratching thing.

It was after this emergency room discussion the things that went on in the apartment became even more obvious and occurred almost daily. The electricity went out on a regular basis as did the computer turning off by itself, even when I wasn't  online. It was as if someone just hit the button and everything shut down. It was the strangest feeling. Lights would be on or off when I hadn't touched them. I kept turning the light off at night in the living room and in the morning, it would be on. The TV antennae wire danced by itself. I'd watch it move back and forth. I swear to God, it was the weirdest thing. It would raise up and plop down or move side to side in mid-air. I remember thinking it was interesting and wishing I'd have a video recorder. Things like that just amaze me, like the dancing broom in the Disney movie, "Snow White".

The mists were now taking the shape of a woman. I'd sit in the kitchen reading and would feel a presence. At first I thought it was my neighbor at the front door coming to visit me until one night I looked up. I was shaken by what I saw, a white mist of a woman staring at me while I sat at the table. I was truly frightened by it. This visitation became a common occurrence too.

I have a routine of meditating. One night while meditating, I sat in the den. I closed my eyes and went through a guided meditation, then silence. Later as I spoke in prayer aloud, I asked Jesus to please help whoever those wild eyes belonged to that I had seen. When my eyes were closed I saw a pair of eyes, they came close to me then backed off. I followed them in my mind into the hallway but then they came back into the room lingering for a bit over to the right of me then disappeared. I felt wildness from them as if the owner of them didn't have control over her mental state. I also felt very strongly that it was a woman. They kept flashing side to side, then directly into my eyes. It was very unnerving and I never meditated in the den after that night but I did take it upon myself to pray daily in that room in the sunlight. Several times I was disturbed by voices in another room. I couldn't concentrate. Every time I'd pray in there the voices would come...mumbling, talking loud as if they were holding some kind of conversation or chant. These spirits knew exactly what they were doing. It was very distracting. The candle blew out by itself. One day someone kept touching me while I was in there. 

It was tense living there so many weekends I would visit a friend on the other side of the state. I had met her when she lived in California. She and her family lived in a beautiful port town. The house they lived in was built by the grandfather. Her father sent money to him during WW II. The grandfather bought supplies and built the house. It stood on 12 acres of land deep within a lush forest. The land also held a barn, stable and workshop. I'd hear stories about things going on in that house. Her mom told us of how she was in the living room when all of the sudden a thundering knocking began on the front door. At first she didn't want to answer, but then it calmed down. They often had people whose cars broke down on the highway come to their house for help. She thought it might be someone like that and she called for Kathy's dad. Whoever it was, was still actively knocking on the door. No one was there. Later she realized it was also the anniversary of the grandfather's death.

I was told that it wasn't all that unusual usually the knocking happened on the back door near the kitchen. This time it was different because it was on the front door. They told me of boarders who ran out of the house in the middle of the night then hired movers to get their belongings. They never went back inside the house. They never did say exactly what happened, just that they would never set foot inside the house again. The things people did tell them were that they were pushed inside the shower or they often heard loud obnoxious burps right behind them into their ear. Women had their hair touched or lifted up. I never had a problem in that house, I always felt very comfortable . Yet there were times when I was in the living room with the family members and watched a small globe of light float around in the kitchen. It always stayed in one area.

The apartment where I lived was different. I'd wake up at night and see a human form in the room. The form was always dark. One night I saw a hooded figure standing in the room and for some reason when I should have been frightened or maybe I was so used to it by now, I fell back asleep. I would also see things all over the apartment, not just in one area.

The disturbances happened often. Everything that I've told you, the voices, the water, the electricity going off, the thoughts in my head, the mists, candles or incense being snuffed out, people calling my name from another room were almost daily occurrences. I had enlisted some help from another friend of mine who is psychic. She knows that I am also but this was beyond just what I could handle. I had tried talking to the entity, but to no avail. That's when the putrid odor of excrement came into the room. I had to do something. My friend sent one of her guides to help. I was online talking with her during this time via instant message. She said that I'd hear bells when he'd come, which I did, in the living room. "Who's in the living room? It's not friendly," she asked me. I told her I didn't know but that I knew it wasn't friendly. Her guide went room to room investigating. Whatever it was hiding. He wasn't able to get a clear picture even in his plane of existence. Then he came to me. I felt him surround me and tried not to be afraid. I could FEEL HIM surround me and tried to be calm. I had often been surrounded by that gray mist, so it was hard for me to be still and not relieve tension somehow. This feeling of someone closing in was intense. The air that surrounded me seemed thicker as if I was breathing underwater. She told me that the spirit had done me much damage. I knew that. By that time, I could barely think straight. I couldn't find a job. I wanted to get outside to get out of the house but without money and in the dead of winter in Washington I was pretty much stuck inside. Her guide helped with my aura shield and tried to heal it for me. Months later she told me that her guide didn't show himself to her for a long, long time. That experience had completely zapped him and he had to go somewhere to be healed too. I can't even begin to understand what went on, but I understood the need to be healed. By the time I left this apartment for good, I was a shell. I barely spoke above a whisper. It took me a long time to recover too. I had lost 30 pounds by the time I moved. Every so often I would look at a picture taken of me within the first month of coming back to California. I look like an Alzheimer patient with just a blank stare or a hospitalized mental patient. I threw it away awhile ago, it gave me the creeps. 

One night I was asleep in bed when something woke me up. I sat up straight in bed, which I rarely do unless my own guides are trying to give me a message. This time something caught my eye and I glanced down on the floor at the foot of the bed. Two ghostly women were having oral sex. I couldn't believe it! I got the creepiest feeling from them. What scared me more was that they both looked over to me at the same time I looked at them. The one on her back raised herself up on her elbows. She put her chin down, drilling her eyes into mine. I froze.

I broke her gaze, then looked over at the other one. I'm trying to think of a nice way to say this but let's just say her mouth and chin were wet and dripping. She smiled at me and chills ran through me. I plopped down on the mattress desperately trying to pray. The woman had now raised herself to a standing position except I couldn't see her bottom half. I frantically looked over to the woman again. She was coming towards me! She floated through the mattress to me. Understand that? She floated over to me as if the mattress didn't exist. I'll never forget the look in her eyes. The only emotion that showed was one of hate. Pure hate. I was terrified. I pulled the covers over me as she floated closer to me staring straight into my eyes. She lowered her face to mine, I held my breath. She floated around behind me between my pillow and the wall. My eyes followed her. No bottom half. She merely floated in mid air, hovering, looking down at me. She grinned at me again then her face showed the hate. She slowly floated around to my right side, moving around my feet then to my left side. She stopped, dipping closer to me. She reached out her hands and with the backs of her hands began beating them against my throat. I'm not sure how she did this whether she set up energy to make this happen but my throat began to vibrate and then, I couldn't breathe! Gasping, struggling to move, I screamed in my head for help. I fought for air, trying to move but couldn't. Finally I snapped out of it, grabbed my pillow and threw it at her. Which is funny now, because what would it do? It did help though. She disappeared. I'm not sure how I could have gone back to sleep but I did. 

One day I was watching a movie on TV. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch when this shadow loomed over me. There was nothing between the light and the shadow to make the shadow! The shadow fell across my arm and moved across my legs. I watched it and gasped. I jumped up quickly but human nature in not wanting to lose track of the good part of the movie held strong. I brushed myself off and turned around irritated saying, "Leave me alone! I'm trying to watch a movie. You can bug me later." Now I should have been afraid, but I was more interested in the movie than what was happening to me. The novelty had worn off. I'm glad though, because whatever that was at that point was far more stronger than whatever had been there before. The mist had solidified to a solid shadow, as stupid as that sounds. It was gathering forces. My reaction to it didn't give it anymore power. Had I been afraid, it would have taken that energy of fear from me and used it.

I had lived there for almost six months. A miracle happened, the angels got through to me. I contacted an author of a metaphysical books, Dorreen Virtue, I had met her in California at a local metaphysical shop we both frequent and emailed her. She gave me the name of a person who does remote depossession (HaloNC@aol.com). I called her. We talked for hours. She had agreed to help. Later that night her car was struck by lightening. She survived the lightening bolt to her car. She explained it that she was protected in the work that she does. Her car on the other hand was a different story. I took this as a sign that someone in the apartment was very pissed off. I almost told her to not go ahead with it, but I couldn't get a hold of her. The ironic thing about it was that while she was doing the depossession she was also getting a lot of anger and agitation from the spirit. She tried contacting me to tell me everything was okay but to expect certain things. She couldn't get through to me. The phone wasn't making any kind of connection. It was as if the spirit thought that if I was responsible for trying to get rid of her, I was going to go down with her. I realized that I needed to get out of the apartment, so I left for the weekend taking nothing but the clothes on my back. When I got back I swear the air was cleaner! The energy had changed but it still wasn't a good place to be.

Things still happened in the apartment but with mild energy, like after shocks of an earthquake. Yet the image that it left in my mind, the feeling of depression and hate in regard to that place I don't think will ever go away. I moved and came back to California several months later where I am very thankful to be here.