The Ties that Bind
guest contributor: anonymous
A family member who had been abusive to me died. This individual’s personal possessions were mailed to me. I was in no hurry to open the cartons and relive the past. The cartons were stored in my garage against a wall for several months. One night I awoke feeling someone was watching me. I had the distinct feeling it was this individual. It was a disturbing experience because I felt that this person whom I had feared had the ability to observe me in my bed asleep. I had spent much of my life hiding from this person and now, it appeared, he could access me at will. I felt foolish, but I asked him to leave me alone. Fast forward several days. I was working to meet a paperwork deadline in the afternoon, typing away, when I heard a tremendous crash in my garage. When I investigated, I found one of the cartons that had been stored against the wall in the dead middle of the garage floor, as if it had been lifted and dropped. The sides were bulging and the top was partially open. I looked at the contents and found little that interested me personally, aside from photos and a note in this individual’s handwriting saying he had led a miserable life and would not be missed when he was gone. Sadly, that was true. That has been about five or six years ago and I have had no other contact from this entity. Ghost? Whatever you want to call it, it can’t be denied. I don’t discuss it because I am afraid I will lose my credibility with people. I am the last person you would suspect of having had these kinds of contacts or “believing in ghosts.” I’ve had other experiences. If I feel brave, I’ll share them.
-Anonymous
photo credit: Agoraphobia by Stathis Stavrianos
