It was back in the mid-70s when I was in my mid-20s. I was looking for a roommate and ended up moving in with another 20-something named Ellen. The house belonged to Ellen's grandmother who had recently passed away.
My bedroom was on the small 2nd floor which consisted of my room and, across the hall, a small room that just had old items of storage; that room was always closed. Ellen had the downstairs bedroom.
Here are some of the happenings in that house:
* My two cats used to get freaked out and follow something around the room with their eyes. They also pawed at the door to the storage area across the hall and acted like they wanted to get into there really badly. They never did this type of thing before, or after, this time period.
* My bed was right next to the only window in the room and there was no screen on it. One afternoon one of my cats raced up the stairs at top speed, jumped on and across the bed, and continued racing RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. He was definately chasing something that only he could see. I was totally amazed. He looked like a cartoon character that runs off a cliff and then falls. He did fall, but it was a very small house so a short trip to the ground and some tree branches helped break his fall. He was ok. **
* I had nightmares frequently while living there which included having the sensation of being blinded and in the dark and trying to turn on lights in the house but they would not turn on. This was a re-occuring 'dream'. When I would awaken I would often find my bedroom light on when I knew I'd turned it off when going to sleep.
* One time in the shower I had a VERY strong sense that I was being watched by eyes that were in the bathroom in the corner near the ceiling.
* I didn't talk to Ellen about these things for quite a while, but when I finally did she told me that she had been seeing a black form, man-like, in her room. She got a bad feeling from 'him'. She had multiple experiences of this and it bothered her a lot.
* Ellen confided in me that there was a lot of family fighting going on concerning the grandmother's inheritance, which included the house. These incidents ended suddenly and I seem to recall that Ellen said the family had resolved their differences. Perhaps we were considered trespassers!
** As a humourous note to these events, my cat Herbie, the one who raced out of the window, apparently was not daunted by the experience. When I would sleep in some Saturdays or Sundays he used to 'let himself out' but jumping out that same window to the ground. It was totally different, though; he would very carefully leap from the window sill.
