Yardley,Pa....a few years ago. While temporarily between apartments and a job,my mother and her boyfriend let me stay at their house free of rent.Anybody would jump at that opportunity,right?Well,they didn't exactly have an extra room though...Where i'd have to stay was the attic.It wasn't that bad,it was actually like a giant playroom! The room was carpeted and the walls paneled but because it was so huge,in the winter,it would never get very warm.Of course I stayed there in one of the coldest winters I can remember!They were in the middle of the 'Great Debate'(mom wanted a studio/sewing room,her boyfriend--an office!)So,everything that didn't have a home was up there(including me and my cat and all of my furniture!)It was kind of fun,kind of a pain,definitely an experience!After a month of freezing cold days my mom took pity on us,hee-hee,and had a wall built for the new guest room!(she figured it was time,and a smaller space would be easier to heat.)Any man reading ! this---remember---moms always get their way! Kitty and I were very happy until we started to hear the voices!It wasn't really noticable before the wall was built--though there were times when I thought I had heard something strange.Then after about a week of having a funny feeling everytime I entered the new room,I finally had to say something to my mom.She said that we had brave mice(for a two-cat household)and that I probably left my radio on or something like that.Basically,there is a logical explanation for everything...my mom is no Fox Muldaur! the 'noises' became louder,more frequent,and most definitely voices!I asked everyone who came to visit me if they heard anything and of course,no one did. Then 'they' seemed to stop right around Christmas(as if 'they' knew I didn't have the extra time to listen to their gibberish!)After christmas the voices could only be heard near the corner of the room right where my bed was.It drove me crazy trying to hear something that sounded! remotely like English...and by the way,my cat hated being cooped-up in that room!The voices persisted for months and I told my mother everytime she came upstairs and she said everytime that I had a great imagination...Until the night I saw him.Even though the added wall made the space a little warmer,I could never quite get rid of that cold-in-your-bones feeling and as a result I developed this annoying cramp in my legs(I guess from tensing up when I was cold.)Anyway,one night I was in serious discomfort and I went to bed early hoping my electric blanket would be a welcome cocoon. This night I awoke to a shadow standing over me,very clearly a masculine presence.Strangely enough I wassn't frightened,maybe a little uncomfortable,but not scared.It touched me.Not sexually...like a doctor would if he/she wanted to know 'where does it hurt?' The touch was a healing touch,on my left leg right above my knee,where I seemed to always have this persistant muscle-ache!The person knew and! made me feel that the pain would not be there anymore!It happened so slowly and yet so fast I thought that it must be a dream but I was awake and the pain was gone!Idon't remember going back to sleep but I clearly remember the look on my mother's face in the morning!I got up very early the next day(which is completely out of character to begin with!)and surprised my early-bird mother.No good morning,justwent right into the strange experience of the previous night.Apparantly,the word I used to describe the 'person' in my room was:chiropractor and that turned my mom's face white!She then told me about the previous owners.The man who built the house had been a doctor and he passed away in this house.My mother believed me and she still believes me because I've had other experiences since then and I no longer get the skeptical mom-look....She had heard the voices too!!! We've been in and out of that 'attic' a million times since then(it's now a beautiful studio/bedroom)and no one ! has heard a peep!Or maybe she's not telling!!!I can honestly say that I wish Icould have spoken to my 'shadow doctor'.I would have thanked him.He must have been a very warm and gentle man when he was living,and I hope my 'good experience' helps to balance some of the really horriffic tales I have heard and read about.Just like people,spirits can be loving,hateful,happy and sad. Thanks for letting me share my story with you. How it changed my life:I'm a little more sensitive to those feelings now and I listen to my gut when it's telling me something...I think most people who have had these similar experiences have a common understanding of 'the feeling' too!
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