I don't know how one starts telling one of these tales so I'll start with a little information about me. I have always been susceptible to the atmosphere of places. Usually that just amounts to "feelings" such as menace in one of the rooms of my grandmother's house, extreme sadness in a house my parent's were thinking of buying or warmth & comfort that some places exude. When I was about 8 years old I regularly saw the figure of a man standing in the doorway between the kitchen & dining room of our house but I wasn't scared, I just had that uncomfortable, someone is watching type of feeling. I found out later that Mum used to see him too. I also don't like crowds I don't like the mix of feelings I get from them.
The story I am about to tell occurred at the University of New England in northern NSW in the early 1980's. I had a friend who used to do the late shift as a DJ at the uni radio station & she invited me & my then boyfriend (now husband, we'll call him J) up to the station one night. The station had an extensive record library on vinyl & we were intending to make a night of it transferring our favourite music onto cassette tapes.
The radio station consisted of a rectangular office area with 2 glass walled transmission booths (Studio A & B) down one long side. The door to the record library was on the other side of the office opposite Studio B. My friend G was on-air in Studio B & J was in Studio A making tapes. I went into the record library to select the music I wanted but I couldn't concentrate. Every time I turned to face the shelves of music I kept getting the feeling someone was standing right behind me, I ended up turned sideways trying to watch the room with one eye & read album titles with the other. It was so uncomfortable that I gave up & went to sit with G in the broadcast booth where we chatted between her commentaries.
From where I was sitting facing G I could see the whole of the office behind her, the door of the record library opposite & to my right was J in the other Studio. At one point I was talking to G & I saw J get up, exit Studio A, walk from right to left across the office to the record library. Immediately after he went into the library a figure crossed the office in the opposite direction & seemed to enter the booth J had just left but disappeared behind one of the timber frames holding the glass. I was a little startled but thought perhaps my eyes were playing tricks. A little later J came out of the record library with his latest batch of music to record. As soon as he went back into the radio booth to my right, the figure reappeared crossed the office & went into the record library. My impression was that it was a young male dressed in blue but then any apparitions I see do tend to be blue.
All this was happening right behind G as I was talking to her. I'd decided not to say anything as she was regularly at the station from midnight onwards & I didn't want to frighten her, however something in my face must have given me away. Her reaction surprised me though, she just said "Hah! You saw something didn't you? I knew if there was really something here you'd see it." (We'd had a bit of a discussion about ghosts one night). I admitted it & told her that I didn't feel any menace from the figure just uncomfortable & she seemed happy with that. She certainly didn't give up her late night slot on the radio.
The other interesting thing about this incident is the way the figure seemed to run away from J. I have always felt very comfortable around J. It's a bit like the way ear protectors muffle sounds only he seems to block out the uncomfortable feelings & nagging awareness at the edge of my mind. He has always said he would love to see a ghost but never has, I don't think he ever will. He once did an experiment for a parapsychologist at uni, one of those guess the card I'm holding trials (star, wavy lines etc) & scored so poorly that it was statistically significant. I think his mind is so subconciously anti paranormal that it won't allow him to be aware of anything. Does anyone out there know someone similar?
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