Lonely

November 23, 2009

This is my first attempt at describing a ghostly encounter, so please indulge me some. And I'm not so sure it could even be called an encounter.

My wife and I relocated to Oak Ridge Tennessee to fulfil employment requirements. We rented a condo on the west side of town and I didn't get any type of immediate sensations that would make me suspicious that we were not the only inhabitants of what I lovingly call "the crack-house". As I said we live in a quiet little area of Oak Ridge where most of the residents are retired couples. Lot's of people ask me. "Why do you call your home the crack-house?" Well the answer is quite simple. A big crack runs through it. We rent so I don't complain much. It was about two years in to our residency when I started to get unsettled.

One day I was in our computer room located on the second floor when I heard my wife coming up the stairs nothing to unusual about that right? She walked across the landing and into the upstairs bathroom. Then I lost track of her so I listened intently to attempt to pickup her trail. When I finally decided to seek her out and being somewhat lazy I called to her in a loud voice. "Where did you go?" To my surprise she answered me saying "I'm right here, where I've been for the last hour reading." She was on the first floor. After that things began to pick up. I started to catch glimpses of things moving out of the corner of my eyes. Faint and quick like a dark darting figure. My wife made many trips up the stairs when I was in the computer room working. When I would get up to go find her she was generally on the first floor. Not the second as I had thought.

On occasion, a Saturday morning can bring a visit when I'm setting alone in the living room drinking coffee. At those times I hear someone or something coming down to join me. Next I start feeling something rubbing the hair on my head or I feel cool breezes across the back of my neck. Later both me and my wife started to smell the strong odder of cigarettes. So strong it burnt our eyes. Our neighbours don't smoke so it couldn't be coming from any of them. When we investigated no one is in sight and the odder will be more pungent than ever.

Just a couple of months ago when my wife and I were in bed I felt something/someone rub down the centre of my chest. It was a light touch like a single finger moving down the centre between my muscles. That was the creepiest thing to feel. I quickly reached for my wife and asked if she moved or touched me. Her reply was no. So I described what I had felt. It spooked her to. My wife is not a believer in such things as this.

Late last week I was brushing my teeth before bed in the second floor bathroom when some movement in the mirror caught my attention. I quickly glanced at the reflection. For the first time I saw something. I saw a woman's legs, nude from the knees down walking into the bedroom. My wife was already in bed waiting for me. Sure not her. But I must say they were very nice legs shapely, smooth and very feminine.

Last night when I was turning off the TV getting ready to join my wife in the second floor bedroom something brushed my left leg. On the way up the stairs I caught the odder of cigarettes and as I entered the bedroom my wife told me she too had smelled the odder of cigarettes when she was washing up before bed.

This is a true account as best as I can write about it. I'm no literary genius that's for sure. Any ideas on what this could be form anyone reading this would be appreciated.

Thanks,

TAD