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Yea this is enchanting and quite ghostly; good lighting effect.


Helloo Adam
You see a ghost?
A shadow?
That follows wherever you go
Oh no! It's coming closer
Run away...run away
No use, ghosts don't care a damn
They just want to pray pray
I mean...play play
By the way, Pharaoh may be able to see ghosts
Dogs, it seems may be clairvoyant
I might have been accosted by a spirit
Who lost his way
And tried to force himself on me; I was asleep
I felt this intense weight of a person
Trying to force himself into my body
I tried to push him away
But I seemed to have lost my strength
It eventually left when I gave it a final thrust
Well, this was just a couple of months back
My neighbour, a former principal passed away
His room was right above mine!
I have never felt anything like this before
The following day, was his funeral, downstairs
I felt sad and prayed for his soul, he is a good ghost
Gave him a final wave as the procession left

About six months ago, when I was going through a difficult spell and (mockingly) asked for help, I had two nightly visits. Be careful what you wish for!
The first time I felt something touching my right hand in my sleep. When I woke up I saw an old lady walking away. Even with the lights on I could still see her very clearly. She once turned her head to look at me. She was so real that I thought she was an intruder, until she disappeared through the wall. I don't know many intruders who can do that.
A couple of weeks later I fell asleep on the couch with the lights still on. When I woke up there was a young man sitting next to the television. As soon as he noticed me looking at him he jumped up and ran away and sort of faded. I'm not religious and do not believe in ghosts or anything else for that matter, but I don't what to make of this.

Who do you call???

Who do I call???

Marielle, it sounds eerie; don't know what to make of this; maybe hallucination as you just got up from your sleep and you were going through some difficulty; stay calm, it helps.

I had a friend, she was the stallholder at my work-place. I always bought her noodles, very good Malay cook and so one day, she confided in me that her husband would be gone soon, in hospital with terminal cancer. One night, she was half-asleep and her husband walked in to their bedroom, looked at her. She knew at that moment it was the end. He had come to say goodbye. The next morning, the hospital called that her husband had died in the night.