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Just Because you Can't See it, Doesn't Mean it's not There

Just Because You Can’t See It, It Doesn’t Mean It’s Not There 
Jules V Ness 

When I was twenty one years old, my new husband’s family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and move in almost immediately. Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn’t broke in. It would always end the same, no one was there. 

I felt slightly aware of something or someone, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick’s chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted to fall back to sleep as soon as possible. 
My hand searched under the covers for Nick’s huge hand.

I very softly and quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I so did not want to disturb him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on top of mine 

My back felt ice cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back. That’s when I felt it.

Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as though I were still asleep. I felt as though if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move. 

That seemed to piss off whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was sure it must almost be standing on end. 

I rubbed Nick’s palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep. 

I felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me, except it was a lot colder, ice cold. 

I tried rubbing Nick’s hand again only I did it more aggressively this time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick’s arm goes flying back towards him. It was as if someone had picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear. 

“Get out of my room,” the words struck me like a knife in my stomach. It was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of mental hell. 

That was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit haunting. It changed forever how I view things. I wrote a book about the whole experience, The Lennox Haunting…it is on Amazon. It will have look inside in a few days; you can read the first chapter.

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