I recently moved out of my parent's house this past July. I figured that I would be perfectly fine with out any more spirits popping in for a while. God I was wrong. This one spirit in particular was not kind and I did not like him not one bit. I'll start from the beginning to make more sense.
My mom, my cousin and little sister was over in August helping me decorate my apartment. At the end of the week when all my pictures were hung up. I was at home by myself about 11:45 at night as I was lying in bed I heard something fall. I just figured a picture fell lose and played it off because I was going to find out in the morning. I ended up having to use the bathroom. As I was walking to the bathroom I saw a wooden plaque that my grandfather made one time for me was lying about five feet away from the shelf it was on. Now understand this shelf has a lip on it so it would be vary hard for it fall off unless picked up personally.
I was a little nerved by that. Because the first thing to cross my mind was "not now". When I went to pic up the picture the shelf was literally ripped off the wall. It nearly missed my head by a couple inches at fast speed. I jumped back in time noticing the movement out the corner of my eye. That's when I freaked. I ran and got my phone calling my best friend who lived in North Carolina at the time. Also the time there was 1am. I woke her up panicking she's one of the only few people who know I can see spirits.
She tried calming me down and told me to go and get a drink of water to help me focus better. As I made my way to my kitchen I thought I was going to run into someone so I stepped back with a jump and noticed it disappeared then appeared again behind me as it poked my side with its finger. I freaked out more and it knew it had me at vulnerable state. My friend kept telling me to calm down and don't let it mess with me. I up sitting down on the floor because a head ache slowly started coming on and then I started to hear its voice. A deep voice as it just laughed at me in a mocking matter. To tell you the truth I hated it. I felt stupid for letting it break me like that.
I started scooting up against the wall only to back into it and if any one has ever been able to touch a spirit it feels oddly uncomfortable and it literally sent chills through me. Once my back was against the wall I pulled my knees to my chest in a ball to calm my self down. My friend was still talking to me as I was crying and I kept saying the voice was to loud to hear her. When I looked up the spirit was still next to me but we weren't alone there was another one. I wasn't afraid of him at all. I kept hearing another voice tell me I'm sorry and that's what made me look up. He was wearing a light blue almost white T-shirt and blue jeans and brown work boots. He was in his mid to late 20's. He had short kind of spiky brown hair with these brown eyes. He kept looking at me as if he wanted to help. His eyes held sympathy and I felt like it was directed to me.
That's what made me get out of my panic. Because I was more focused on him. I started to get the feeling as if I have known him before. Just the look himself was getting me made a little mad. I didn't want no spirit feeling sorry for me. That's when I started feeling stronger and began pulling myself together. My friend just told me to stay calm figure out what's going on and to call her back because I needed to do it on my own. She was right I did need to.
The second I regained my composure I just had enough of the spirit and told him to go and to leave me alone. It took a couple of minutes but he finally left. I went to look in the direction of the other and realized he was gone as well. I was a little upset with that because I wanted to figure out more about him and what he needed. I just don't know if he was there to help me or I was there to help him.
Truth be told the whole thing confused me. Anyone's opinions would be great.