Ghost Attack

Okay, so I don’t want to alarm anyone or have you feel as though I’m a crazy, but the place I live might be haunted, seriously.

Personally I like to think that there is no afterlife, that what you see here on Earth is all that there is, that when you die you cease completely, your mind goes blank to nothing, and that if you believe in some form of an afterlife your dying brain creates such a place as your last internal vision - like I said, this is what I like to think, I have no definite answer of it being true, but it comes from the logical portion of my brain, this is in part from having common sense, and having seen the life of someone else cease before my very own eyes.

All of this “logic” that I speak of has some holes in it, mainly some unexplainable things that have happened in and around my presence while inside my flat, and while I’ve never seen a ghost per se, I’ve had a few moments of hearing things, seeing odd things, and definitely feeling such odd things – the police were even called once, and I wish that this wasn’t true. 

Others who have never been warned of such ghosts, spirits, or whatever things that there are inside my place have been seriously spooked by various things, at which point I just giggle because they get to see them while I don’t.  Strange things don’t happen all the time, but often enough to think that something is up with it all.

One particular time that something happened to me was during the winter of 2004/05.  I was watching some television in the Tony Bennett Room, and all alone in my place with exception to my cat.  

During a commercial break around 10:15 I went through my flat to check that the windows and doors were all locked as I would normally do before going to bed.  After checking the front door I walked through the living room, stopped and turned off the light completely, and then checked that the cellar door was locked fully.  I remember that I specifically looked back into the living room and seeing the light being off while checking this cellar door, and then I walked back to the Tony Bennett Room to the television.

After about ten minutes went by I decided that I would get ready for an early night of rest.  I got up and went to go into the bathroom, when I stopped in my tracks.  Something inside me said “check on the living room” so stepped aside, looked down my hallway and saw that the light inside of the living room that had been turned off just a few minutes prior was somehow turned ON!!!

Having seen that, I walked into the living room, took an extra look around to make sure that no intruder was there, that everything was still locked from the inside, and then turned the light off, finding the entire light being on almost magically after I had definitely turned it off to be completely weird, but didn’t suspect a ghost or spirit or anything of the like.  I just thought that it was odd.

I then went back along my way to the bathroom, freshened up for bed, turned everything off, and slipped into bed next to my already sleeping cat.

I had just pulled the covers up to my head and had found a comfy spot.  I was no more than 30 seconds in bed when I felt the bed suddenly jerk out away from the wall, and then slam into the wall. 

I nearly crapped my pants thinking that someone was standing in front of my bed like an ax murderer.  Every muscle in my body was tense as can be expecting the ax to fall into my skull.  After about a minute of silence I turned the light on, and found no one in my bedroom.  I looked at the time, saw that is was still around 10:30, and that my cat was still in a deep sleep having not woken up from the sharp movements. 

I wish I could say that I bravely went through my flat looking for whomever pulled the bed out and away from the wall and then jerked it back to the wall, instead I cried, like seriously balled my eyes out in complete fright, cried. 

I then called up the girlfriend I had at the time hysterically crying, which would have been one thing, but she was around friends, who all just NEEDED to know what was so wrong with me. 

After about a half an hour on the phone I calmed myself down, got off the phone vowing that I would not to go to sleep ever again, and ended up waking up the next morning with the light still on next to my bed and the phone still in my hand. 

To this day I have absolutely no logical factual explanation of what happened that night, and so I guess the best explanation could be that a ghost or spirit was upset that I turned the light off when it wanted the light to be on.