2 years ago; It's moving day and I'm lugging all my stuff into my new apartment. (the one I am in now). BFF and his brother cram my oversized, pillow-top, queen size mattress down the narrow staircase. Damn these basement apartments. It's a studio apartment, but it's far from being just one large square room. It has alcoves which gives it the illusion of having actual rooms.
So they finish setting up the bed frame in the "bedroom alcove", put the box-spring and mattress in place and then head outside for more boxes. I'm standing at the end of the bed, looking it over and wondering to myself whether I want to keep it in this spot or not. Before a sigh of minor frustration escapes my lips, someone beats me to it. Off to the right and back of myself I distinctly hear a man sigh, it's long and drawn out, almost playful. Spinning around and expecting to see either of my friends standing there, I blurt out, "Hello?"
Cliché. I know. lol
Well there was no one there, the boys were still outside and I was all alone. Sort of, anyway.
So, ever since and from time to time I see movement out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen. It seems that he likes to pace around in there. Occasionally I hear small noises in there too. I'm not exactly sure what he is up to, but I tend to leave him to it and not interfere.
Sometimes BFF and myself will be sitting on the couch and both of us will jolt our heads in the direction of the kitchen, look back at each other, and laugh because we both just saw him trot by. There have also been a handful of nights that I awake with the feeling that someone is there with me, complete with hair standing up on the back of my neck and goose bumps. But to be honest, I pray that it is just my ethereal roommate and not an intruder!
He does not seem interested in interacting with us at all. Back in the day I might have been inclined to whip out the scrying bowl or my tarot cards and see if he wanted to talk, but as I've gotten older I tend to let sleeping dogs lie. He doesn't bother me, so I don't bother him. It's like an unspoken arrangement that we are both very aware of. As long as he isn't poking holes in my expensive sheets it's all good.
Well something interesting happened on Halloween this year. I was in the apartment upstairs with friends, including a couple of people whose family built and owns the house. Someone in the family has lived in it ever since then, which I believe was in the 50's.Anywho, I brought up my ethereal roomate and the strange goings-on. To my utter shock I was then informed that a man died in my apartment, which was then the basement, when he fell down the stairs. That was about all the details I got, as the person telling me was a kid when he heard it and didn't know much more.
It's nice to be validated though, especially when it comes to the paranormal. Most people tend to think there's one too many bats in the belfry when you start talking like that. Not that my family isn't used to it by now as I've had more than a fair share of unexplained things happen to me throughout my life. But as far as the average person goes, it tends to make it more believable once you've confirmed a death at the location.
I plan on doing a little more research and trying to find out who this Cat was. There are a few impressions that I get and I am curious to find out if they are accurate. He seems like a nice enough guy and all, so I suppose he can stay. Too bad he can't help with the rent.
I'll keep you updated. Ciao.
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