I feel like there is someone behind me

I feel like there is someone behind me.

We share a new experience that came to the Paranormal Clinic of .

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It all started when I went to live alone: ​​a one-room apartment, modest but ideal for me. I didn’t notice it on previous visits, but when I moved in I started to notice that the place smelled like smoke. No problem, I thought, nothing a good cleaning couldn’t fix. I was wrong.

Weeks passed and the smell persisted, even stronger at times. No matter how much I washed or disinfected the place, the smell of smoke remained (see: The Smell of Angels, Demons, Spirits and Ghosts).

I thought that probably the person who lived before was a heavy smoker, and that because of that there was this strong smell of smoke. I tried not to think too much of it until strange things started happening.

During the day, things fell to the floor, mainly photographs on the walls. The bathroom light kept coming on in the middle of the night, and the smell, God, was like someone smoking outside my bedroom door. At first I was scared, but after a while I felt annoyed more than anything else.

I guess the tension was weakening me, because at that time I began to feel a stabbing pain in my back, more precisely between my shoulder blades. Somehow I felt that I was not alone in the apartment (see: Apparitional experience: when we feel that we are not alone). I felt like someone was watching me all the time, and with hostility, to top it off (see: Feeling watched: paranoia or paranormal phenomenon?). But the worst of all was this eerie feeling that there was someone behind me.

I constantly had to pick up photos from the floor or replace the glass in my paintings (I paint), or wake up with the lights on and have coughing fits from the smell of smoke. An image that kept falling was a drawing of my little sister.

This is where she enters the story.

My little sister was 11 years old at the time, and it was the first time she visited me in my apartment. When she walked through the door she didn’t seem to be attracted to anything in particular. In fact, I think she didn’t even look around her, or even at the drawings of her (which I had strategically placed on a wall to flatter her), but rather she just stared at me, motionless.

At that moment she said:

—There is a man behind you.

I looked at her, then looked behind me (not once, but twice). There was no one there. But she continued saying:

—There is a man behind you. And he is angry. Very angry.

-How is? -asked.

-Old. Skinny. Too skinny. He is hitting you on the back (see: Spirits that “attach” to people).

At that moment I felt a real stab of pain in the middle of my back (see: When something invisible touches you).

I was confused by the whole situation, but I was always an open-minded person, so I didn’t dismiss what my sister had told me.

That night, alone, I went around the apartment saying: Please leave me alone, this is not your house anymore, to see if that had any effect. It did not. I had to find out who the previous owner was and what he was like.

By then I already knew several neighbors, and one in particular was kind enough to let me know who had lived there before. Apparently he was an older man, a widower, who died in the apartment. He had been dead for more than a week when they found him.

According to what my neighbor told me, the old man was a reserved, quite aggressive guy, who hardly exchanged a word with anyone. He was a heavy smoker.

At that time I consulted with . I read some articles that explained that moving objects was a common way for a spirit to try to get attention (see: A Spirit is Trying to Communicate with Me), or directly communicate with others; and that some entities can leave a particular aroma, a smell that identifies them (see: Entities that manifest themselves through smell).

Following his advice, I carried out spiritual cleansing work in the apartment, with some reservations, I must admit, but the result was immediate.

The phenomena stopped, all of them, except for one that continued to happen but had not happened before. I began to hear a series of muffled, distant knocks, which I might well have taken as something completely unrelated to the manifestations I had experienced if it weren’t for what happened a short time later (see: Something is knocking on my bedroom door).

A little time jump here.

For about two weeks after the cleanse, I didn’t experience anything new. The smell of smoke had disappeared, objects stopped falling to the ground, the lights no longer turned on by themselves; and most important of all: the back pain was gone.

The only strange thing I felt at the time was a kind of ringing in my ears, nothing too loud, just annoying, like a heartbeat, but this didn’t happen all the time. I thought maybe there was some residual energy left in the environment or something (see: Spirits and “charged environments”).

Perfect, so everything was fine, but I needed more precise confirmation. So I decided to turn to my personal ghost detector: my little sister.

It took some convincing to get her to return to the apartment. Wow, she cost! I had to make endless promises, and assure her that the ghost, or whatever she was, was gone.

Finally he accepted.

One Friday I went to pick her up from school, and we went to my house. We climbed the two flights of stairs, and when we turned down the hallway she froze again, like the first time.

He jerked my hand away and covered his ears with his own, as if he were hearing a deafening noise (see: When Children See Ghosts).

-What’s happening? -I asked for.

He put his index finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet.

A few minutes passed, I don’t know how many, but few; She was staring at the entrance door to the apartment, and I was looking at her.

Finally he removed his hands from his ears. At that moment, curiously, the ringing in my ears disappeared.

-What happened? —I whispered.

The smell of smoke in the hallway was noticeable.

-Is there. The old. —He said in a low voice—. He is angry because he can’t get in. He knocks on the door, but becomes agitated and has to rest. There he starts again.

My sister covered her ears again, and again I began to feel the ringing in my ears, like a heartbeat.

I think it goes without saying that we did not enter my apartment that day. In fact, it was a week before I dared to return.

For a while I continued experiencing this buzzing, but I repeated the cleaning ritual, this time working on all the common spaces of the building (very discreetly, so as not to be locked up in a mental asylum or something), and the phenomena stopped happening again. immediate.

I hope my experience helps others who are going through the same thing, or something similar. A big shout out to everyone who makes and reads .

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