Just A Few Vague Encounters

Hey, I'm Sammy, and I'm sixteen years old. I live in Portland Oregon. I don't know what else to tell you. I suppose I have somewhat of a connection to the supernatural. I believe in all things except for God (please don't give me any bull because I'm Atheist).

I actually kind of "feel" when there's something, like I'll walk into a certain room and just know something's not right about it. People call me paranoid; I've called myself paranoid (I still do with a lot of things... Logical thinking, you know.), but I've been proven right more than once, apparently. I've also had dreams that had signs.

I would love to be able to properly stand up and face whatever's watching me from the shadows, or the spirits whom a friend has claimed may have just been passing through here, but I have yet to gain the courage to keep from turning away.

Anyway, that's all I can think of to say before I start my scattered story... Though, actually, the background info is connected to this.

These are no detailed, major encounters, like a lot of stories on this site; just vague experiences I'm still figuring out. Not to mention they've been here and there.

Three or two years ago it was night time. I went into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light, as I was comfortable in the darkness and known to be somewhat nocturnal. (you'll hear my friend Tiffany going down the hall like, "I can't see! How do you get through this?").

I can't remember what I did -- maybe I got something to eat? Drink? Anyway, I did what I did, and started walking out, minding my own business. Then, out of the blue, I heard... A scream... A man yelling...

It lasted for just a few seconds, but it was loud enough and so close that it made me jump and stand stock-still, shocked and alarmed. It was hard to pinpoint the sudden noise: was it above me? Next to me? All of the above? (I suck at pinpointing noises, unfortunately, but that's what it seemed like.)

Then my Dad came around the corner. I asked him, "Was that you?" He said, "What?" "Did you just yell?" "...No." I could tell he was looking at me oddly in the darkness. I should've known. It wasn't his voice. It was a young man, I could tell. He was afraid and in pain. I could tell all that.

My father said I watched too many horror films in the past, and that I was imagining things. True that may be, but I don't think so. It was too real to be... In my mind. I'm not sure what happened. All I know is... That man, unfortunately, was murdered, and I may have been listening to his last cry.

Next up, another semi-kitchen encounter. This happened sometime later. Alright, the light was on. So was the TV. And my half-brother was visiting for the weekend. Once again, I was walking out of the kitchen, when I looked over.

See, let me explain: at the beginning of the kitchen, by the wall, there's a bookcase by it. There's a gap between the bookcase and the kitchen, and you can sort of see into the living room.

Anyway, I randomly glanced over. To my surprise, I saw the shadowy figure of a boy dash by the gap. I was confused: was that my brother? What the heck was he doing?

Usually I wouldn't care, but this time I found myself quickly going around the bookcase and glancing down the hallway. There was Mark (my brother), all right... However, I stopped. He was all the way down at the end of the hall, probably walking out of my room after possibly looking for something or doing something with the TV/computer. And he looked like HE was minding his own business, heading straight for the bathroom, not even noticing me.

I wasn't sure what to make of it. Again, I told Dad, but again, he told me I was imagining things.

Just recently, I came to realize another thing. I hadn't heard footsteps or anything. When my brother dashes in the house his heavy footsteps are heard. (Sometimes he makes a racket -- it's annoying.) I still wonder, if it was a ghost, what was he doing? Was he running from me, or from... Someone/something else? He obviously didn't want me following him, seeing as soon as I turned the corner, he just seemed to go poof. Maybe he was another spirit passing through.

Third, and the last I can remember, is maybe last April or sometime around then. I was right here, on the computer, talking to a friend I had reunited with (and who was eventually to be my girlfriend. 8D -had to do that-) and some other friends on MSN.

For some reason, and much to my fear/annoyance, I kept seeing white mist out of the corner of my eye, right at my bedroom door. But every time I looked, it wasn't there.

This kept happening for days. I think at one point I was like, "Knock it off. Why am I seeing things? Ugh." Back then, I was going through a major paranoia episode. Maybe that was it? Anyway...

One night, I looked YET AGAIN... I stared hard, glaring at the door, sort of in defiance. I was shocked when I realized the "mist" wasn't going away... No, it was... Forming. A greenish figure was actually forming! I blinked, and blinked some more, thinking. "No, I'm seeing things, just like before" but the faded form grew stronger, and I got the feeling eyes were boring into me, studying me, waiting for my reaction.

I can't remember seeing legs, maybe thighs and up. The figure appeared to be lanky, with a kind of ponytail. I couldn't see a face. I tried hard to stay still and watch, but I felt all the color drain from my own face (I still remember it), and I quickly turned my head back towards the computer, shakily moving strands of my hair so that I couldn't see anything else out of the corner of my eye again. I refused to look at the door for a long time that night.

As the days went by, I began to relax, realizing I wasn't seeing any "mist" or anything after that. Eventually I started to regret the fact that I let myself turn away like that. The apparition wasn't evil, or mean. I'm pretty sure of that. And they obviously saw that I wasn't exactly up for ghost-sighting, and they were nice enough to leave me alone.

To this night, I still haven't seen them. Part of me is grateful, part of me is wishing they'd come back. I told my best friend this, and she said, "I doubt you're ready. They probably know that." I suppose that's true.

I have an idea on who it was, though, and I'm determined to somehow gather the courage to get her to come to me again. If she's still here on this earth, trapped, I'm setting her free. And maybe I can heal a wound or two of mine this time.