I've had some cat visitations. Both my cats from childhood died of old age in the apartment I'm in now and I felt both jump into bed with me and run down the hallway...except there was nothing there.
Once in my parents house, where the previous owner's son drowned in the bathtub, I was home alone asleep in a side bedroom. It was a weekday, my classes didn't start until noon and I was sleeping in. No one else was home, my parents had no pets, the windows were all shut.
I had my back to the open door and could hear someone walking on the cheap plastic-backed runner in the hallway, heading for the room I was in.
If anyone walked on that runner, your footsteps would make the plastic 'pop'. But it happened immediately as you walked, not hours later.
The steps came up to my bedroom door and stopped.
By this time I was wide awake and scared shitless. I didn't turn to see who - or what - was standing in the doorway. I was sure it was a 'what'.
I waited for a long time, sweating under the sheets and finally got the gumption to turn and look.
Nothing.
A couple of friends of mine have had visitations from dead relatives or pets, standing over the bed or pet collars jingling in empty room kind of things.
A co-worker had a spectacular experience some years ago. So spectacular I wonder if she was just pulling my leg, but she didn’t seem the type. Anyway, her story was that she, her husband and her 5 year old son moved into a townhome complex.
Moving-in day was a little off center. A workman had left his tool belt on the floor full of tools, but never came back for it and maintenance was busy replacing the doors inside their townhome.
The first night there, they had just laid their mattress on the floor and were collapsing on it to sleep when she said she was awakened by her husband suddenly jumping up and running toward the door yelling ‘Get out get out get out!”
Seeing nothing, she raced after him and asked what was going on.
He turned to her and asked,’Didn’t you see that guy?’
Turns out, he’d woken, and backlit by the hall light, he’d seen a man standing in the doorway carrying a briefcase.
Strange little things started happening, the cold spots, orb lights in Xmas pictures, things being left out of place, open closet doors, the feeling of someone brushing past them when there was no one there, her little son seeing a mess on the bathroom walls and a ‘strange man making faces at him’ when there was no one and nothing there.
And they kept getting mail addressed to the previous owner. Piles of it. She just figured the guy moved out and didn’t forward his mail.
Then, months later, she was watching the news when she heard the newsman announce that the body of a missing businessman was found outside of Oklahoma City. Yep, the name of the guy is the same guy whose mail she’d been getting.
She finally did some research and found out that the man had lived in their townhome. One day he had come home from work and someone was waiting for him. Whoever it was chased this guy through the townhome, the man was desperately closing doors in his pursuer’s face, trying to stop him/them, and the doors kept getting broken down – reason why their complex maintenance men were replacing all the doors in their apartment – the guy was finally cornered and beaten severely in the closet, then was dragged to the bathroom and killed.
As for the tool belt, she believed that a workman had a bad experience alone in their townhome and got so spooked he bolted and would not come into the townhome, not even to recover his tools.
My friend couldn’t move out, even as she felt the spirit/entity/aura get progressively more hostile, because they were trying to qualify to buy a house. Nothing much worse ever happened and they finally moved out.
I asked her if she’d ever gone back. She said she’d driven by once. The townhome was still vacant and the neighbors on either side of it had moved out.
