Do you think it is possible that some people are more reachable to ghosts? I have lived in two different places where I believe that a man's sprit has shown itself to me. About 10 years ago, I lived in an apartment by myself. I would wake up in the morning and there would be the smell of men's cologne. Every morning was a different cologne. After a while, I started talking to him, I assumed it was a him because it was a man's cologne, and if I like the scent he was wearing I would tell him and it would smell the same a month later. If I didn't like it, I would tell him, and I would never smell that scent again. Things would get moved around, but nothing serious. I never felt threatened. I actually felt protected, and wondered if this was someone's father and he was protecting me. About 9 months ago, my husband and I moved into a new place. Within the first few months, I felt like someone was watching me in the shower, except no one was home but me. Also, I would wake up every night at 3:30 am. Just like clockwork, it happened for months. One morning, again at 3:30am, I got up and went downstairs for a cigarette, and as I was approaching the sliding glass door, I saw someone standing behind me, his reflection was in the glass of the door, and he (I assume it is a he) was about a foot taller than me. I thought that it was my husband, but I turned around and no one was there. I didn't feel threatened by this spirit, but I didn't feel very comfortable either. I am not sure why.
After dealing with this for quite a while, I stood in the living room, and spoke to the spirit. I stated that I didn't mind if he lived here, but to please stop trying to scare me. That if he wanted to do that, to go somewhere else. That was the last time I felt the sprit in the house. I know that these aren't major encounters, but they were odd. By the way, no one that I have told this to, believes me. They think that I am nuts. Oh, one last thing. Right after high school, I had a dream about a guy that I knew in school. We had been sorta close at one time, but the last year of high school, I didn't talk to him much. His name was Blue (This was the dream). He was in a classroom when I walked in. I asked him what he was doing there, and he said that he needed a favor from me. He told me that he wanted me to tell everybody good bye, and that he would miss them. He said good bye to me and I woke up. The next day, I ran into a friend of mine who told me that my friend Blue had died. I found out that the time he died was the same time that I had the dream. I have dreamt of Blue 2 or 3 more times. Same class room, and he usually asks me how everyone is.
Submitted from: Unknown, Australia