He's Back and a Pain

MarciKS said:
Do you talk to him? Sometimes when I feel like someone is present I talk to them and just acknowledge they're there. I just feel like it's the thing to do.
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Yes, this could be a way to get your attention. However, this person doesn't sound very pleasant. There are less destructive ways of attracting attention. Presumably this is the previous occupant of your flat and sees you as an intruder.
 
Have you ever tried talking to him/her/it? How often does this stuff happen? I have a friend who's had a ghost in her house (usually her basement) that they call Top Hat, because he wears one. She didn't believe her little boy when he first told her he saw TH in the basement. Then she saw him herself. She even saw him going into the house when we were on the phone a couple of years ago. We were talking and suddenly she said...Oh sh*t!! I asked what was wrong and she said "Top Hat just went into my house!"

So teasingly I said go inside and say "Hey amigo...que pasa?" But on a serious note I reminded her that he's been around all this time (at least 20 years) and never once tried to harm them. When her future tenant was helping clean out the basement, he came and told her he saw a "man wearing a top hat". She had never told him about Top Hat, thinking that would discourage him from renting the space. I think he did and might still be there.
 

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dusty said:
Last Wednesday afternoon I took a shower, washed my long hair (to my waist) and went about my business of making dinner. At 8 o'clock pm I went into the bathroom and all was fine. I watched tv for awhile and headed for bed a 1 am.
As I walked down the hall towards the bathroom, I could hear running water and I started to pray the guy above me (Mike) hadn't broken a pipe. Or worse yet, my bath hadn't. When I got in there no water from above but my shower head was facing down on the stool I use for my soaps and it was running, not hard but enough to fill the shower pan. I had just been in there at 8 pm, I live alone, and the shower stall and hoses etc are all new 3 months ago. The water had spilled over the edge so I took care of it all and wiped up the floor with heavy towels.

Fast forward to this morning. I wake up, do my bathroom routine, head to the kitchen for coffee and bring said coffee to lazyboy to read my emails. There on my sofa were the parts of a pen someone had given me recently, taken apart and nicely lined up nex to each other. I had just used it yesterday to make notes on a knitting pattern.

So there it is: I guess I don't live alone??
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That's creepy!
 
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