So far it’s been a year from hell. I had the flu first. I was too sick to go to the doctors so it ran it’s course. Three weeks in bed. If I ate anything it wanted back out. When I started feeling better food was the one thing on my mind. I’m not sure what I ate but it wasn’t good. Food poisoning was my second illness, again I was too sick to see a doctor until I was feeling better and by then there wasn’t anything they could do but let it run it’s course. The third wasn’t an illness. The dentist was trying to pull a tooth that had a previous root canal performed years ago. It wasn’t coming out easy and resulted in a hairline fracture of my lower jaw. Once again I’m bed ridden and in pain this time. Just touching my teeth together felt like being hit with a baseball bat. Two weeks of pain meds and antibiotics with more time in bed. Next I hurt my back. I try to help the elderly where I work as much as I can only this time I went too far. Now it’s muscle relaxers, pain meds and more bed rest. And just last week I caught a cold. It’s not as bad as the rest but I’m worn out from the previous issues.
While I spent so much time in bed I was being checked on. Sounds would wake me up or just the feeling someone was near. I even felt Stinky, my old cat kneading my legs like he use to. My mind wasn’t there most of the time so these things seemed like normality. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few times I woke up to see a little shadow figure at the bedroom door. I kept the door closed to keep the room warm so the hall light would fill the bedroom when the door opened. The door would close darkening the room, that’s when I could hear the sounds of someone in the back bedroom. The bedroom where “the closet” is. But these were every day sounds I would make back there, the ruler sliding on the drawing table, pens rolling, tapping of a pencil. Other times I could feel them beside the bed. It was like a mother checking in on a sick child. I felt comfort with this. At one time the usb charging cable fell off the table. I know this sound because it hits the drawer knob making a distinct “ping”. My phone is also my clock, if it unplugs the clock screen shuts off which it did after a while. The next time I woke up the clock was on and the cable plugged in. I found a lot of small things like this. The bathroom would be tidied up, the towels and trash. If I blew my nose and missed the trash the tissue would be in the trash my next visit. Lots of little things like this. And my water. At first it had Gatorade in the container and I just filled it with water after that but it never emptied no matter how often I took drinks from it. I’m sure if I sat here long enough I could remember more.
Now that I’m back into my daily routine and I can sit downstairs, they are still upstairs. I can hear the floor squeaks in the back bedroom, the top step landing that makes a snapping sound and just general walking around type movement. Sometimes I appreciate being chosen.
Around 4:00 am I woke up with the feeling someone was in the room with me. The TV still on, it lit up the room as I cautiously rolled over to see if any one was there. No one. I was awake and turned the TV off thinking I was going to get up for the day. Slowly I fell back to sleep. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when a loud ominous scream tore through the silence. I shot up in bed, the scream is still in the air, almost in my face I could feel the vibrations from the sound. As I sat up a shadowing figure of a smoke-like cloud, almost like cigarette smoke, moved out into the hall and dissipated. The hall, lit up from the light on my drawing table, seemed unfazed by what just happened. Sitting up, I listened. I listened so hard I could hear my heart beating. Nothing but the fan downstairs. It took a few moments to gather myself. I got up and walked through the house. Nothing was out of place.
I think this started last night when I was ignoring the energy around me like I’ve done the last few months. Luckily I was drawing in pencil. I could hear the background sounding off. They were getting unusually loud when the table was bumped hard enough to jerk my pencil across the paper. “GAWDAMMIT!” I said and the activity went quiet.
For a while I lived above an old diner. It was built around 1920. This place had a life of it’s own, you could feel the past still alive inside. At night when the diner closed you could still sense someone was inside. The hallway to get to my door was long and narrow. Occasionally it would feel like someone walked by me as I unlocked my door, the air moved. At times you just knew someone was right in front of you, staring, ready to confront you. I always entered through the back of the building. Two flights of metal stairs. Going up, they watched. I was the new guy. The one that wasn’t excited about the diner atmosphere. The one you would only get a hello out of if you were lucky. They watched me coming up. They moved out into the hall, silent but present. One place I never went was down the front steps that lead out to the street. There was a heavy feeling to those steps. Something happened at the bottom, something bad and it was still there. This dark place never lit up no matter how bright the sun was or how much light would shine on it. I remember taking this photo the day I moved out. It was late at night, around 10:00 pm. The apartment was left just as I had found it except for a few bumps on the walls. Loading up the last bit of my belongings I looked up to the windows. They were watching, waiting. Someone new will come along, just like I did.
Walking through the park today, a dog pulling it’s owner came up to me. We’ve said hello before in passing. We stopped and talked a few moments about the holidays. It’s not a subject I care to talk about but the dog seemed content with me giving her attention. As we talked, something I’ve seen countless times flash in front of me, a shadow bird. The dog reacted to it but the gentleman seemed unphased like nothing happened. As if he didn’t see anything. The dog’s eyes moved as she watched it disappeared. She opened her mouth for a breath and nudged my hand for more attention.
I’ve never read anything about shadow birds. There’s a lot of literature on shadow people. It’s common knowledge. But the birds, I’ve seen this flash inside the house as well as outside. I’ve heard birds as much as I’ve heard the spirit chatter. The few times it’s happened directly in front of me, it was definitely an opaque black bird. I’ve had experiences with birds. Sparrows come around me a lot. Like I’m a curiosity to them. They’ve walked up to me and what seemed like I was being studied. They’ve landed on my deck handrail and watched as I stared back at them. Here at my new place, the back patio attracts them around the privacy fence where they watch me through the window.
I’ve only owned one bird. A white parakeet. It would sit on the outside of it’s cage and go back in to eat. Rarely did it leave it’s perch on the top of the cage. If I got up it made all kinds of noises and flapped around. On a Saturday afternoon it was sunny and warm. The front door was open letting in the midwinter sun. The parakeet flew directly into the glass storm door and landed lifeless on the rug. Coldheartedly I picked it up, wrapped it in paper towels and threw it away. Around this time, mid 1980’s, the flashes started. It took a few years until I realized the connection.
A lady I dated had a parrot. He was housed in a huge cage. When I would come over to her place the parrot would puff up the feathers on his head and raise his wings. This was followed by loud screaming that wouldn’t stop until I left. She said he only does that when I come around. I tried to feed him to show I’m friendly but if I got up to the cage he jumped to the bottom and hid in the back.
Some of the other experiences I’ve had with birds are the owl and falcon. The woods behind me have a deer trail I decided to follow. Once back a ways I found a clearing and sat on a log to get the burr’s off me. The overwhelming feeling of being watched created a mild form of paranoia to set in. Looking around as I cleaned up there wasn’t anything or anyone. That’s until I stood up and looked directly into the eyes of a well camouflaged owl sitting in the tree in front of me. The huge yellow eyes glared straight back into my eyes. I looked down to walk back out and as I made my way into the woods the owl seemed to relax in a non-offensive stance. I turned to look and he returned my glance before fading back into his tree.
The falcon came out of nowhere. The trees where I use to live had grown over the sidewalks. The shaded walks made it a nice place in summer sun. Rarely did I ever see my neighbors which made a morning walk very quiet and peaceful. On occasion I would see the falcon perched on the peak of the roof, he would fly off effortlessly. One morning on my walk I saw a bird in the distance, the sun reflecting off it as it got closer I could tell it was the golden color of the falcon. Flying lower than I’ve ever seen him, he flew under the cover of the shade trees following the sidewalk. Once under the trees his wings didn’t move once. He glided directly over me in a deafening silence. Not once did he look at me as he passed over my head. He reached the end of the shade trees and like smoke he faded upwards out of sight.
I came home early today. All I wanted to do was finish sleeping. As soon as I walked in I went to bed. Exactly at noon the Wednesday Noon sirens went off. I woke up around 2:30 ready to do something. I moved my furniture away from the baseboard heat for the winter. Rearranging my layout put the front door to my left instead of behind me. One of my computers is connected to the TV and this is where I sat. The first time I saw this my nerves alerted my body into intensity. Starting to stand up to defend myself, out of the left of my eyesight a man came rushing through the front door hallway. It was real enough to get a reaction out of me and very unexpected because of the natural movement he made. Nothing was there. Laughing that I spooked myself, I went into a quiet afternoon haze watching documentaries online. Then it happened again. The exact same movement in the hall coming right at me. This was too real and for the second time my heart was racing. It’s been several hours since the last time I’ve seen this. I hope to catch this in a photo…
I’m cleaning up my paint brushes and trays. I saw a shadow move from the kitchen as I entered. The room was a lot cooler than the living area. At the sink I feel someone behind me, they moved from right to left. As I looked to my left I hear “ishawa” whispered to the right of me. Quickly I looked to my right and I feel a cold brush of air on my left arm. Floating down from the ceiling is this black hair fiber thing. It looked like a hair until I examined the picture. It appears to be a fiber up close. The voice was the first female I’ve always heard. Her and the second male have been near recently but not too vocal.
At 4:14 am I thought I had hit the night stand with my hand. I’ve done it before so I just moved away. At the same time I heard a female laugh, like a giggle. The T.V. was on but the sound was turned down to low to hear anything. Falling back to sleep I heard the female laugh like she was right next to me. My eyes opened just in time to see a figure in the mirror walking out the bedroom door beside me. I got up and as usual there wasn’t anything except a heavy smell of scented hand lotion, the real heavy thick smell like Jergens. Now that I’m up getting ready for work the odor is still here, even downstairs.