Reading NiQuE's journal

R-rated Post (sorry, I just can't hold my tongue on this one):

If it is one thing that I am sure of, it is that I have absolutely no fucking idea what the hell is going on in this house.

I had been house-sitting for my boss for a few days with my best friend. His home is only 5 years old. It is unbelievely gorgeous with its beautifully crafted matt taupe finish accented by slate like stone. The yard is decorated with rows of brilliantly bright flowers and immaculately trimmed chinese shrubs.... Very deceiving indeed.

Friday was bright and hot and the sun was shining directly into the home through the large glass patio doors. It was such a pleasant day, so warm and filled with everything that makes Summer, Summer. I was sitting in the kitchen, alone, eating a sandwhich when I felt a very icy cold sensation unexpectedly run through my hair and down my spine. After a few awkward, eerie seconds, the sensation passed.

The next day, while my best friend was at work, I was alone again in the house. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book when the TV began to flash on and off repeatedly. After the TV stopped turning off and on, I decided that I obviously didn't want to be in the house alone, something or someone was there.

I went for three hour walk around town until my best friend came home from work. When she returned, I didn't tell her what had happened. I wanted to be more sure about the situation before I started jumping to the conclusion that I had, infact, encountered a ghost.

The next day the same thing happened, only with the stereo. It began turning on and off and flipping through cd's. At that point, I was no longer second guessing. There was a ghost in the house and it was fucking with me.

My best friend came home later in the day, I decided to talk to her about what I had experienced. She told me that she had saw lingering shadows walking around during the night, slipping in and out of rooms and out from under doors. Watching.

After we had spoken, we decided that we would talk to our boss about what was happening. He said that we weren't the first people to say that there was something in his house. Apparently his own brother will no longer stay in his home when he visits, he says he won't ever set foot in the spare room again...

I have always been skeptical about the existance of ghosts. Now; however, there is no doubt in my mind that they exist. I don't think that this ghost is evil, but it definitely didn't want us there.

I have since left the house and my best friend and I vow to never return.

Of all the things that I have lost in my life, it's my mind that I miss the most.