Okay, my story is long but I will tell it. If you don't believe it, that is OK, I know it sounds really crazy but it IS true.
We moved to our house last June. It is in eastern washington, and the original homestead was built in the late 1800's. There is two houses on our property, because three generations lived her. The first house that was built burnt down sometime in the early-mid 1900's I believe.....
My room is in the basement. A couple months after we moved in, and my room was finished (we had to totally gut it) I started feeling this strong male presence (don't call me crazy, but I do have a gift of sorts to feel this sort of thing) and smelling a minty after shave. (I have been told smelling things that aren't present is another 'gift', also). Mostly in the morning when I would first wake up. My brother is only 10, so it is not him, and my dad doesn't wear after shave, so not him either. He would stick around for a few minutes every few days, and after a while, he left.
Now a few months ago, he showed up again. This time making his presence much more known, but started slowly. I would feel him watching me in my room (kind of weird when I was getting dressed... lol ) and sometimes he would even sit on my bed. This was particularly cool (yes, I thought and still do think that this experience was AMAZING, and not once was I scared) because I could feel, hear, and see the bed moving but nothing was there
This went on for a couple weeks. Him sitting on my bed, hanging out it my room (at this point it was ALL the time) and I could still feel his presence. After a while, things started getting a little more 'serious'. He started sending me bad feelings and pictures of dead loved ones. If any of you don't know this, spirits get a lot of energy from moving water. I have 4 aquariums in my room.... I started hearing my name called... sydney...sydney....sydney...sydney.... it was a harsh whisper... At this point the spirit is obviously trying to get my attention. And I had been letting him... When I would go down to my room, and feel him there, I would give a friendly 'Hi' or 'How are you?' because I know he was trying to get my attention and I wanted him to know that that was OK. So when things started getting a little uncomertable I would say a little prayer to God and to ask Him to keep me safe and only let the light, good spirits into my room.... That made me feel safe... Well one night, I was laying in bed, the spirit man was still there. I heard a LOUD BANG in my head and my ears started ringing terribly... I starting seeing pictures... A man, mid 20's... Having a good time in life. Laughing, dancing, he had a girlfriend.... He sent me a series of pictures. He was at a party, and his girlfriend brought him around the corner of a building, and went into kiss him, but instead of a kiss, he was killed... After he made me watch him die, the ringing stopped and his presence went away. I guess he just wanted to tell me how he died... It was one of the most beautiful but saddening moments in my life... This happened just a few months ago and it still makes me tear up when I think about it... I have only told 3 people about his experience... and I know it sounds crazy... so if you don't want to believe it, that is fine... I understand..
But it is true...
Well there is my story...
