Doesn't Like Me Smoking

Same house only wrote NOVEMBER.

Kind of knew this guy in the back of the neighborhood who would stop by rarely. Very loud talker always hacking and coughing mid 60s. If you sat with him sometimes he would slap his hand on the table and say LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, loudly. My wife would mimic him. One of the last times I talked to him he stopped by smoking and said he had cancer. He showed me a bump on his upper belly and said cancer was pushing his innards outward. I watched cancer ravage my mother and was there when she took her last breath. I never went to visit him I wanted to remember him the way he was.

Fast forward no date. I was sneaking a cigarette out in my garage about 3.00 pm before wife got home. I finish, walk out and close door start to step up on back porch when I'm literally attacked. I step up and I'm being forced up against the house! I feel I could vomit and I'm fighting to get to the back door. I felt like 2 magnets opposite. My head is leaning away to the house. Under siege I open door and hurry to couch still ill. I sit. It's next to me because static is making my hair and arm hairs raise. It's on my right side and goose bumps. Dread feeling now and I turn and yell, "it's none of your fXXXing business I know I got to quit!" Then it was over, no static no sick.

I felt like I was being warned to stop smoking. I eventually stopped smoking. YOU CAN BE ATTACKED DURING THE DAY, OUTSIDE IN YOUR OWN BACK YARD.

We feel this was him also. About 3 am one mourning drinking coffee, standing at kitchen island looking into living room when all of a sudden something hits my countertop extremely hard right next to me. I know I jumped and laughingly turned to my right and said "do it again."

Nothing, I set my coffee down and opened cabinets below me - all in order.

Go down stairs there's some daylight in the basement, so now it's kind of creepy going into the small fishing gear room with no window, it's under the kitchen - good all in order.

I later tell wife and I hit my Corian counter top hard and barely made the noise from that early mourning, my hand kind of hurt. But I did feel it could bring me pain if it wanted to. It also realized I don't scare easy.