I have submitted some stories to this blog. One has been submitted, Jim here… again. We are not in Tampa anymore, the panhandle of Florida. Pensacola. I also need to say that in 80′ and 90′ I had some experiences, but it wasn’t till 2000 that things started to “break out”. I also would like to say I do not embellish or exaggerate. Here it is…
I met a beautiful woman, a lot of fun to be around! I stayed at her house a lot! Anyway, I work as mason so I am up at dawn and not home till sunset. She worked as a bartender so we were on opposite schedules. And by the way I have always hated bars.
I would be in bed early most nights, but when I would turn out the lights and turn in, this feeling of dread and nervousness would almost wrap around me. I couldn’t stand it! I would finally get up and turn some lights on.
Well, after she came home with all the lights on she started to complain, to say the least. I never told her I was afraid of her house when the lights were off and I was alone!
Well me and my roommate already had a place with some unusual things going on, but one of the last nights I was at “her” house. Apparently it was the ghost of a dead “basketball” Ha-ha you think? Well I was tired of the complaining about lights being on so I screwed myself up and turned the lights off. As I settle in I get that familiar uneasiness, I tried to ignore “it” but then I saw “it”. It was a shadow about the size of a basketball moving across the top of the wall in front of me. It moved to the wall on my left, moving slowly. I lost my freaking mind, I shot straight up in bed, it stopped! Like I startled “it”. Anyway it shot away so fast I could barely follow it’s course. I went home to my own familiar weirdness that night!
Chris and me: two single guys working hard and having fun when we could. A couple of things, we would smell this strong odor of jasmine or lavender and it was always in the kitchen for some reason. Neither one of us wore that odor.
The next thing, I chalked up to a dream. 4 or 5 am I feel someone get in bed with me and put their hand on my hip! I roll over and expect my new girl to have shown up. It happens. No one was there! The feeling was so solid I get up from bed to see who was there. I looked in the driveway, no other cars, I walk to the other end of the house, no one except my roommate snoring. I tell myself it was a dream and go back to bed. I tell my roommate about my “dream”. We both laugh and go fishing.
Well at the time I was working out of town, so the day after, Sunday, I leave for my job and I’m not back until the following Friday. I have not even got out of my car yet and Chris comes running out to met me. “You came home in the middle of the week? Tell me you did” I say no I have been gone all week, what’s wrong with you?
He tells me… Someone got in bed with me about 4 or 5 a.m. I start to smile and then maybe laugh but it died in my throat, my friend was freaking out. He did the same thing I did, he got up and looked outside, just one rig. Looked in the bathroom, my room, no one. He literally expected someone to be there. Shared dream… what do you think?
Sent in by Jim Dykes, Copyright 2010
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