Well I guess anything ghost related would be the best place to post this.

 

I've lived in a penthouse over in the outskirts of Dublin for a while. The entire building was only 3 years old and it was quite busy. But yet I had the feeling the place was haunted nonetheless.

The man I lived with (my boyfriend at that time) was out almost every day, working. At least I believe he was and at the moment I really can't care less if he was doing something else. So I was left alone in that apartment most of the day. Now; I'm definitely not a woman who is easily scared, and I've lived on my own for a good while, but whenever I was alone, and even when my boyfriend was there with me, I had a bad feeling.

I wrote it off as having to get used to a new apartment and boredom cos I didn't have a job yet. But that didn't account for the strange things that happened, and why the couple that lived there before us left in a hurry (they didn't even take the time to actually clean the place up!) The first couple of nights that we lived there, the telly in the spare room just went on at exactly 8 am. It was with a timer, but even when I turned the timer off (I definitely did) it would still go on the following day. It stopped after a couple of days, but then there was an alarm in the hallway that went off whenever it deemed itself fit to do so.

 

And as if that wasn't bad enough, every single day I felt something around, looking over my shoulder, waiting, threatening. That's when I wrote it off as just imagining it. That was, at least, until I had a dream, so real it scared me stiff. Literally.

In the dream a man stood beside me, first making sure my boyfriend was sleeping, then looking at me, explaining he used to live here and that he didn't like me being here - because I knew about him. He saw me as a threat and even still he generally didn't like me, because he felt I was too happy, and he wanted me to feel miserable, and he'd do anything to make sure I'd start to feel very miserable, and he knew just the thing to get to me.

 

He explained his motives a bit further, and then I just woke up, literally paralyzed. I could just about move my head left to right and that was it; I turned left to see if my boyfriend was still there, and he was, sleeping - I considered waking him up, when I heard a strange voice, like someone breathing right next to me, on the very spot that man in my dream had been standing.

 

All that said and done, a week or two later, I had to pack my bags and even leave the country.

 

 

 

Now I'm still baffled. I'd love to know what or who it really was that caused all this - even though I should thank him now.