First off, let me say, that I’m not a big believer in any of this. In fact, I’m probably the cynic of most people. However, when I moved into my new condo (nearly 15 years ago) which I had recently purchased, things would be randomly thrown out of the bathroom. Things that had no business being in the short hallway would be there.
My friend’s best friend was murdered on the third floor of the building, and there had been several deaths in the building of 140 units. No surprise there. It’s a large condo building, death is likely to happen.
I assumed it was my cat, despite the fact that she never climbed the counters, and suffered from awful arthritis so it was unlikely to be her. However, I wouldn’t put it past her. I let it go. I would pick things up, put them back, and carry on with my life. At least until I got a flatmate, who was also a friend. This was around the Paranormal Activity movie days. She insisted that I get a stationary camera, and record the hallway. I refused. When asked why, I said,
“I’m an agnostic individual, if I saw something that changed my beliefs, I would want to leave, and I own this place. I don’t want to move. I like this place.”
She acquiesced, and we carried on. No recording devices, and nothing else. Sometimes the light would turn on or off, and you could hear the light switch. I ignored it as best I could, and carried on with my life. My friend moved out within less than a year, saying the place was haunted. I stayed for eleven years in total and never felt in danger.
I finally sold the place, and moved into a large home with my now husband. We got the four bedroom, two bathroom place for a steal. I didn’t question him, as I’m not good with math/finances, and apparently the original owner loved us and we got it despite others offering more. We moved in. Within the first few weeks, and my husbands first few weeks of work, I started seeing ‘shadow people’, or what looked like pixelation of my vision. Like actual movement in empty spaces. I would roll over and ignore it, thinking it was just me needing new glasses.
When we took down a wall between two bedrooms, I could literally WATCH him (this shadow/pixelation of reality) walk out the bedroom door and into the other room, but he would never walk through the large hole/space we made to make the dual bedrooms into a bigger one. Finally, after a period of time, I asked out loud what “their” name was. I asked “WHO ARE YOU?”
And in a quiet voice, I heard “Jim”. Please keep in mind, I’m deaf as heck. I’m surprised I heard anything. Or maybe they didn’t speak through my ears. I’m not sure. Anyway, for the next few months, I called my ‘shadow person’ or whatever the heck it was “Jim”. I just kind of rolled with it. After awhile, I got a chance to talk with my neighbours. It turns out the lady who sold the house with her little dog Sugar, her husband died of Stage 4 lung cancer in our house. We got it for a STEAL for a reason. And she liked us. I wonder why she thought we were right for the house, honestly.
Sidenote, his name wasn’t Jim. According to the neighbours, his name was Tim.
I heard him wrong, apparently.
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[link] [comments]First off, let me say, that I’m not a big believer in any of this. In fact, I’m probably the cynic of most people. However, when I moved into my new condo (nearly 15 years ago) which I had recently purchased, things would be randomly thrown out of the bathroom. Things that had no business being in the short hallway would be there. My friend’s best friend was murdered on the third floor of the building, and there had been several deaths in the building of 140 units. No surprise there. It’s a large condo building, death is likely to happen. I assumed it was my cat, despite the fact that she never climbed the counters, and suffered from awful arthritis so it was unlikely to be her. However, I wouldn’t put it past her. I let it go. I would pick things up, put them back, and carry on with my life. At least until I got a flatmate, who was also a friend. This was around the Paranormal Activity movie days. She insisted that I get a stationary camera, and record the hallway. I refused. When asked why, I said, “I’m an agnostic individual, if I saw something that changed my beliefs, I would want to leave, and I own this place. I don’t want to move. I like this place.” She acquiesced, and we carried on. No recording devices, and nothing else. Sometimes the light would turn on or off, and you could hear the light switch. I ignored it as best I could, and carried on with my life. My friend moved out within less than a year, saying the place was haunted. I stayed for eleven years in total and never felt in danger. I finally sold the place, and moved into a large home with my now husband. We got the four bedroom, two bathroom place for a steal. I didn’t question him, as I’m not good with math/finances, and apparently the original owner loved us and we got it despite others offering more. We moved in. Within the first few weeks, and my husbands first few weeks of work, I started seeing ‘shadow people’, or what looked like pixelation of my vision. Like actual movement in empty spaces. I would roll over and ignore it, thinking it was just me needing new glasses. When we took down a wall between two bedrooms, I could literally WATCH him (this shadow/pixelation of reality) walk out the bedroom door and into the other room, but he would never walk through the large hole/space we made to make the dual bedrooms into a bigger one. Finally, after a period of time, I asked out loud what “their” name was. I asked “WHO ARE YOU?” And in a quiet voice, I heard “Jim”. Please keep in mind, I’m deaf as heck. I’m surprised I heard anything. Or maybe they didn’t speak through my ears. I’m not sure. Anyway, for the next few months, I called my ‘shadow person’ or whatever the heck it was “Jim”. I just kind of rolled with it. After awhile, I got a chance to talk with my neighbours. It turns out the lady who sold the house with her little dog Sugar, her husband died of Stage 4 lung cancer in our house. We got it for a STEAL for a reason. And she liked us. I wonder why she thought we were right for the house, honestly. Sidenote, his name wasn’t Jim. According to the neighbours, his name was Tim. I heard him wrong, apparently. submitted by /u/cleavage_2_beaver [link] [comments]
