Post by Bex on Nov 19, 2014 10:58:39 GMT -8
One of my most vivid past experiences happened back in 2001-2002 when I lived for a year in Illinois. I had 2 housemates: a neo-pagan and a hard-core atheist. The Atheist lived downstairs where the 'bad vibes' also tended to hang out and remain. He left for a week on business (we all worked at the same company too) and the Thing Downstairs decided to venture upstairs to hang with the ladies, I suppose.
Back in that day I drew a lot more and was working on two pictures for my pagan friend, an old RP pal. The pictures had been inked and partially colored; I used pencils and laid down quite a bit of color, so the work was vibrant. I awoke one night to the sound of sniffing- large inhaling-through-the-nostrils noises. My bed was next to a large window on my right and outside the moon was very bright with the shadow of the apple tree near the window swaying slightly. The moon was so bright that the room was well illuminated. My art desk was quite close to my bed on the left with my dresser against the far wall. I looked toward the desk to see a black figure bent over my art, inhaling deeply. The figure was blacker than any shadow in the room, maybe about 5'6" in height, shaped as a male, and appeared exactly like the silhouette of a man on the men's room door sign. Rather than scared, I was amused: a spirit (they called him Charlie) was sniffing my art. Loudly. How extremely odd, right? I did not have a sense of doom or fear or anything hanging in the air, which was a first. Usually I can 'feel' them that way. I smiled to myself a bit, then decided to tell the interloper to go away because smelling someone else's art was rather rude. Unfortunately, I forgot about the whole 'can't move or talk' bit that comes with the territory so my gentle dismissal emitted as only a high-pitched grunt. The shadow man immediately straightened and turned toward me, lifting his glasses as he did so.
No, he didn't have glasses, but he made the motion. He had no features at all- he was just a solid black mass in the shape of a small man. I got the impression he was an older gentleman, maybe 65 or so, silver haired and he wore glasses. Despite that information and the lack of feeling fear, his sudden attention scared me enough to snap my eyes shut, hoping he'd think I was just making noise in my sleep. For a moment, nothing happened.... then he bent over me. The arm that was raised and bent at the elbow to lift the non-existent glasses pressed solidly into my chest, light but obvious. His nose touched mine and was neither hot nor cold, but felt sort of plastic and it seemed I could make out four scales or plates that met there, however that worked. None of it hurt, but it was the first time I was ever touched physically. Then, he inhaled deeply and made quite a noise of it. I'd been sniffed by a demon!
Needless to say, I quietly freaked out in my head and didn't know what to do. My first instinct, sadly, was to call for my friend in the room next to me, as we shared a wall. But I couldn't speak or move so after a moment I realized I needed to pray and managed to focus my thoughts enough for the Lord's Prayer. Maybe 20 seconds (probably less) after he put his nose to mine, Charlie moved away. I hazarded a small peek out of tightly screwed eyes to see what was going on. He'd straightened again, his glasses still lifted, elbow that had been on my chest still bent, and he was looking up and toward the window. A moment later he simply dissipated in an effect I wouldn't see equaled for another 15 years. It was incredibly cool, to be honest- he sort of broke apart into a smoke and faded out in tendrils. We didn't have that kind of special effects technology at the time, so the image stuck with me. I panted in bed, catching my breath from fear, and looked at the clock, thinking it'd be around 3 am or so which seemed to be a witching hour of sorts. Nope... it wasn't even 2am. I want to say it was about 1:43 am or so but I can't be positive. It was 1 something, that's all I remember. After a few seconds of watching the tree shadow dance over the wall, I actually got up and ventured outside (with a crowbar in hand) to see if it could have been an intruder somehow. Of course I found nothing and returned to bed, highly confused. For maybe 20 seconds I entertained the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, it really HAD been a human spirit because no fear or sense of ill-will had accompanied the visitor from downstairs. Damage was mitigated when the Holy Spirit assured me that no, it was a lie to make me think that and weaken my faith in a Sovereign God and the idea was pushed aside in favor of the truth.
The whole scene was odd, though- I'd never heard of a spirit sniffing anything, much less with the volume reserved for an old-fashioned vacuum cleaner and no ghost shows were on cable yet at that time. I had only my friends to ask and my family to look to for counseling, but I was the only one in my family to experience such things. The other two who lived in the house with me -I would later learn- both knew of the Charlie but had neglected to tell me because they thought I'd freak out. Well, by then I'd had a number of experiences and knew how to handle them... except this one was SO WEIRD. I would see Charlie again in shadow form, I would try to cast him out of the house (which didn't work because, well, practicing neo-pagan and atheist), and I would snicker up my sleeve when the tenants after us consisted of a priest and his family. Charlie mostly skirted me and I him, but we were aware of each other. And I gleaned a lot from that encounter, but the definitive information (if one can ever claim as such from an invisible realm of liars) would come later, when I got to experience the effects of magickal runes first hand...
Back in that day I drew a lot more and was working on two pictures for my pagan friend, an old RP pal. The pictures had been inked and partially colored; I used pencils and laid down quite a bit of color, so the work was vibrant. I awoke one night to the sound of sniffing- large inhaling-through-the-nostrils noises. My bed was next to a large window on my right and outside the moon was very bright with the shadow of the apple tree near the window swaying slightly. The moon was so bright that the room was well illuminated. My art desk was quite close to my bed on the left with my dresser against the far wall. I looked toward the desk to see a black figure bent over my art, inhaling deeply. The figure was blacker than any shadow in the room, maybe about 5'6" in height, shaped as a male, and appeared exactly like the silhouette of a man on the men's room door sign. Rather than scared, I was amused: a spirit (they called him Charlie) was sniffing my art. Loudly. How extremely odd, right? I did not have a sense of doom or fear or anything hanging in the air, which was a first. Usually I can 'feel' them that way. I smiled to myself a bit, then decided to tell the interloper to go away because smelling someone else's art was rather rude. Unfortunately, I forgot about the whole 'can't move or talk' bit that comes with the territory so my gentle dismissal emitted as only a high-pitched grunt. The shadow man immediately straightened and turned toward me, lifting his glasses as he did so.
No, he didn't have glasses, but he made the motion. He had no features at all- he was just a solid black mass in the shape of a small man. I got the impression he was an older gentleman, maybe 65 or so, silver haired and he wore glasses. Despite that information and the lack of feeling fear, his sudden attention scared me enough to snap my eyes shut, hoping he'd think I was just making noise in my sleep. For a moment, nothing happened.... then he bent over me. The arm that was raised and bent at the elbow to lift the non-existent glasses pressed solidly into my chest, light but obvious. His nose touched mine and was neither hot nor cold, but felt sort of plastic and it seemed I could make out four scales or plates that met there, however that worked. None of it hurt, but it was the first time I was ever touched physically. Then, he inhaled deeply and made quite a noise of it. I'd been sniffed by a demon!
Needless to say, I quietly freaked out in my head and didn't know what to do. My first instinct, sadly, was to call for my friend in the room next to me, as we shared a wall. But I couldn't speak or move so after a moment I realized I needed to pray and managed to focus my thoughts enough for the Lord's Prayer. Maybe 20 seconds (probably less) after he put his nose to mine, Charlie moved away. I hazarded a small peek out of tightly screwed eyes to see what was going on. He'd straightened again, his glasses still lifted, elbow that had been on my chest still bent, and he was looking up and toward the window. A moment later he simply dissipated in an effect I wouldn't see equaled for another 15 years. It was incredibly cool, to be honest- he sort of broke apart into a smoke and faded out in tendrils. We didn't have that kind of special effects technology at the time, so the image stuck with me. I panted in bed, catching my breath from fear, and looked at the clock, thinking it'd be around 3 am or so which seemed to be a witching hour of sorts. Nope... it wasn't even 2am. I want to say it was about 1:43 am or so but I can't be positive. It was 1 something, that's all I remember. After a few seconds of watching the tree shadow dance over the wall, I actually got up and ventured outside (with a crowbar in hand) to see if it could have been an intruder somehow. Of course I found nothing and returned to bed, highly confused. For maybe 20 seconds I entertained the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, it really HAD been a human spirit because no fear or sense of ill-will had accompanied the visitor from downstairs. Damage was mitigated when the Holy Spirit assured me that no, it was a lie to make me think that and weaken my faith in a Sovereign God and the idea was pushed aside in favor of the truth.
The whole scene was odd, though- I'd never heard of a spirit sniffing anything, much less with the volume reserved for an old-fashioned vacuum cleaner and no ghost shows were on cable yet at that time. I had only my friends to ask and my family to look to for counseling, but I was the only one in my family to experience such things. The other two who lived in the house with me -I would later learn- both knew of the Charlie but had neglected to tell me because they thought I'd freak out. Well, by then I'd had a number of experiences and knew how to handle them... except this one was SO WEIRD. I would see Charlie again in shadow form, I would try to cast him out of the house (which didn't work because, well, practicing neo-pagan and atheist), and I would snicker up my sleeve when the tenants after us consisted of a priest and his family. Charlie mostly skirted me and I him, but we were aware of each other. And I gleaned a lot from that encounter, but the definitive information (if one can ever claim as such from an invisible realm of liars) would come later, when I got to experience the effects of magickal runes first hand...