Living in a haunted house

I've lived in a few haunted homes. But my current apartment is deeply haunted. As a paranormal/EVP researcher of thirty years, I am deeply intimate and familiar with all things that go bump in the night. In my current two bedroom apartment of eight years, I've been subjected to immense amount of spirit/haunting activity. This may be a result of directly recording spirit voices through a tape recorder, or more likely, the recordings may have allowed me a deeper insight into something that has always been there, just at the tip of consciousness, and more profoundly in full unconsciousness through lucid dreaming and regular dreaming. Basically, spiritual forces and realms that I am more acutely aware of through my over thirty years of recording them.

Whatever the case may be (or both operating independently of each other, or at the same time), I am strongly aware that my apartment is haunted. But instead of fleeing in fear from it-since this phenomena is ubitiquous wherever I go-I tolerate the presence of not only good spirits, but the occasional bad one as well. By not showing the strong, negative energies of fear, the rare evil spirit has nothing to 'feed on', and either moves on-or back into the shadows where it was before, watching and observing with its malevolence and contempt for us all. I don't recite holy passages from the Bible and flash the cross around, for these entities do leave, or just stop bothering me. As a researcher into the paranormal, I am well aware of the presence of entities-and they can be in most residences.

I saw in the fleeing seconds between sleep and consciousness, the glowing image of a woman run towards me in my livingroom. My leg instictively kicked at it, shattering a glass goblet into several large shards and the image disappeared. My strong impression was that it was a ghost, for I wear eyeglasses for far distances; images are not blurred during dreams-they are crystal clear. There was a sinister entity sitting in my computer chair with no features, just glowing eyes set against darkness during my usual sleep-cycle. When I sprung to be awake, the paranorma being was gone, except for the chair still spinning. Another time, I was dozing and felt a hand touch my forehead. I fully awoke to see a blonde man running into nothingness.

My mother passed away from stage IV lung cancer in my apartment. She saw many things and dreamt of before she passed. In the final days before she passed, she saw radiant light coming out of objects and what she perceived as a bird or a beautiful butterfly fly through the house. There was nothing that I could see, and my mother was on no medications. She dreamt of her father coming in a car outside of our building, her father long deceased, to pick her up. She told her dad that it wasn't her time to go. I saw in my sleep-cycle a radiant being coming for my mother to take her for her final rest. In my dream, I held it back at the door by not letting it in, and peered through the one-way peephole to see at least its radiant eyes.

Do I know that most places are haunted-you darn rights I do. I seen it myself in most places I ever lived in. Incidentally, with my mother's recent passing, I have seen and heard her presence. Standing in the bathroom, I saw the slightly glowing outline of her spirit. But I knew she was safe and had moved on. She just came back once in awhile to check on her kids.

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