READERS TALES
The Things That
Live With Me
(NOTE:
The author states that these events have happened in the past 2 years [story
posted April 2005] in Quebec, Canada.)
First of all, I've always been a fervent
atheist. I've never believed in God or Heaven or Hell or Ghosts etc...until 2
years ago.
The first time I realized something was in my house was when I was
with my girlfriend watching some movies. It was pretty cold in the house as it
was winter and almost no heater on. She went to go into my room to get a sweater
and when she approached the door, which was closed, it opened by itself as she
was about to grab the knob. It scared the s*** out of her, she ran into the living
room and jumped on me screaming "The door opened! The door opened!" Since I have
a pretty sarcastical sense of humor I replied something like "...pretty normal
when you want to get into a room". She said again "The door opened..." and I
interrupted replying "I know" then she added "...by itself". I was like...."Wow
honey! You got too much imagination, don't panic, probably just some wind or
weight difference with the floor when you walked on it".
What made me feel weird
is when she said that the door was clenched(closed?). I went to see it and the door was
closed. I said "You closed it?". "No way I had time to do that, I ran straight
up to you!". The door was clenched again. At first I wasn't scared (since in my
mind all that was a legend made up to scare children), I was just curious and
feeling weird. I opened the door with a little bit of exitement because I wanted
to prove her wrong. Anyway, I opened it and felt very strange when in front of
my room, lights off. I felt like I was watched by someone. That was the first
time of my life I felt that way.
I didn't say a thing to my girlfriend about it
so she wouldn't be scared anymore I
just said there was nothing in the room. I
closed the door and went back to the living room to talk with my girlfriend who
was hiding under a sheet we had on the couch in order to be more comfortable
watching movies. I reassured her, saying that there was nothing and maintaining
my first opinion. We started watching the movie again for maybe 20
minutes, and THEN I was struck hard with something my mom said to me a couple of
weeks ago. She said that she felt observated when sleeping and when she
was in the shower. The exact same thing I felt entering the room.
There was nothing more for 6 or 7 days, then I felt like someone was watching me
while taking my shower and a couple of hours later doing some really intimate
stuff with my girlfriend before going to sleep. We had to stop because I
felt raped in some way. I asked my mom about that and she said that the night
before she saw something briefly in front of her bed when
waking up in the middle of
the night. I started getting scared like hell. I had a real big shock because
all my belief systems were falling apart at the same time I realized there was
something in my house, though, I never saw it.
In the following 2 weeks my mom
saw that figure again but for a longer time, she then was able to give me a
description the next morning. She said it was a tall, thin, white "person" with
no face and desexed as well. There was a head but no face on it, no eyes, no
nose, no mouth. The next night she saw my grandfather who had
died 3 months
prior to those incidents. He was smiling at her. The night after, she saw both
together, side by side, BUT with footsteps in the dining room...which also
awakened me. I went to see what my mother was doing because I thought it was
her. When I opened the door of my room the steps abruptly stopped. I thought
that I was just still half asleep and went back into my room and woke up in the
morning.
My mom told me that she saw them again, but together this time. But she also
mentioned that there was a third one in the dining room. I realized I didn't
dream those footsteps. We decided to go and talk to a Priest about it. He said
he would come home to judge by himself. He felt them, they talked to him. He
said that my grandfather was missing my mom (she took care of him all 3 times he
had throat cancer until he died) and that the unfaced, desexed person was her
guardian Angel bringing him back to see her. He said that if we didn't want them
to come back we just had to ask
them to leave and so we did.
We told them that apparitions in the middle of the night scare us,
and we'll
see them when it's our time to go to the other side. He blessed the house and
all went well. They never came back.
The third one didn't want to leave, and he or she never did. This "thing"
didn't want to talk to the priest. So we brought my Aunt who is a medium,
hoping "it" would talk to her. "It" did. All "it" said was that we can bless the
house anytime, that it didn't bother "it". "It" didn't want to tell us whether it
was a man or a woman. We don't have a name or a gender for "it". "It" also said
that it just felt good "living" here with us, that it won't bother us or make
any evidence that it's still here unless we ask for it. It does sometimes
anyway, but never does something bad to us. We're not afraid of it.
One funny
thing is that one time I was about to watch "the Thing" by James Cameron and I
said out loud to my girlfriend "I like this movie", she answered "What is it?"
and I replied "The Thing!". The presence started banging on the wall. I said
"You like it?" It banged again and then I asked "You want us to call you that
way? The Thing?" noise on the wall again. Since then we have a name for it, The
Thing that lives with us. It has since shown it's presence less often but
it's under
really good circumstances when it does. There were a few times it opened doors
for my mom or my girlfriend when they couldn't reach the
knob because they had
something in their arms. That happened two times, then when "The Thing" saw I
couldn't sleep, it started playing some classical music which
I could hear faintly, and as though from what seemed to be
from a distance. It was much like The Phantom of the Opera.
The most recent intervention we had from it was last month, I was painting (I'm
a painter) and had a real difficulty achieving my portrait. I started it over
again 5 times in about 2 days and I couldn't get the green color I wanted. I'm
an avid Absinthe drinker when painting (which a lot of artists do because of it's
inspiration triggering property) and there was some left in my glass when I fell
asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sound of my brush falling on the ground
beside me. It was 3:30 in the middle of the night. On a new canvas was written
"Try making your green out of Absinthe" (This beverage is green), It was all
written in blue with the two words "green" and "Absinthe" written with what was
left in my glass. I made my portrait within an hour and a half with the exact
right tint of green I needed...and it was my drink who gave it. That was the
last time I've heard of "The Thing".
-Jonathan.
