This past March 2001 , the ex wife and I finally called it quits after three years.
I moved to a new bachelor apt' and thought I was going to be alone , was I wrong.
It was quite late , when I finally got the only few belongs left to me unpacked and headed for bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed thinking about what a change this is going to be , when the glass top of my end table bounced . I really didn't think much of it at first , until it happened a second time . Getting up thinking the top was slipping and ready to fall , I looked it over and found nothing wrong . With a shrug of the shoulders, I started getting ready for bed when I heard something scraping the floor , turning to see what was going on , I noticed my end table was pulled about five feet from the wall . Once again I didn't worry to much about it , and picked it up placing it back against the wall . I went back to what I was doing when I heard that scraping sound again , turning , once again my table was pulled away from the wall.
Now I'm thinking , great the floor is crooked , I just leased a place ready to fall down.
Walking back over to the table and leaning over to pick it up , when all of a sudden something gave me a slap on the back , I quickly jumped up to see what was going on behind me , nothing was there.

Making my way out the door keeping an eye open for what may have been behind me , I knocked on my new neighbors door to use the phone. Calling the fellow that helped me move , I asked him to bring me a good stiff drink, but didn't tell him why. Sitting on the steps just out side my front door and drinking enough for a little courage , I made my way back inside for the night. The rest of the night seemed quiet after that.
Waking the next morning, I couldn't get the night before out off my mind , and decided to do a little research on the net.

I soon found my way into a live open chat and started talking to a so called psychic , she aloud me to asked a few questions.
1) Who was my visitor last night ?.
2) What did they want?

This psychic told me that my spirit visitor was a child that died in the early 1800s from the plague.( by now I'm thinking yah what-ever) , she went on to tell me that I was to go to her grave and talk to her.

I had enough of this what I thought was a lot of hokey! and gave my thanks and left.
That afternoon I was cleaning and putting every-thing in its proper place, when I kicked a tennis ball out of my way , it bounced a couple of times and came to rest at the other end of the room. I went back to work and soon found the ball back at my feet , once again I kicked it out of my way just to find it rolling back to me again , well I spoke out loud , so you want to play?.
I sat on the bed and rolled the ball back across the floor and watched , sure enough shortly after it came rolling back to me .
I tried standing in deferent places in the room to see what would happened , the ball always made its way back to where I was standing.

I decided , perhaps I should dig a little deeper in to the history of my visitor that this psychic had told me about and headed for the local archives. After many hours digging through old records and files , I did find a map of a local cemetery. Many graves held the names I was given by this psychic , but none of then matched the date I was given . I took a drive to the next county and looked through their archives , and it seems I may have found a grave with matching names and dates. I still have not been to visit the sight but I am planning a trip to go soon .

The next few months would be quiet except a shadow here and there from time to time , but nothing like actual contact again. This past June I had to be up at 4 am to head out of town for an appointment with a few friends and set the alarm clock for 3 am. The following morning my alarm went off ringing , reaching over and realized it was only 2:30 am, I shot of the alarm and rolled over saying to my self that I would sleep a little longer before getting up. (bad idea) I felt a poke in my back-side that sent a few shivers down my spine , but by now I'm getting rather use to living with a spirit. Once again I spoke up this time to my invisible friend, I'll get up later ......(another bad idea) all-of-a-sudden some-one was pulling on my left ear , well that did it....ok...I'm getting up now , I said aloud. As I was getting up a would swear I heard a child giggling , weeks went by and all seemed quiet,and once again I had almost forgotten about my visitor until one night I couldn't sleep. I went to bed at the usual time and being quite tired, I was looking forward to a good nights rest

I looked up at the clock it was a little after 1:00 am, I have been in bed for a good two hours and still wide awake, something just kept me from falling asleep, tossing and turning sleep just would not come. I was lying on my right side when a cold chill surrounded my bed, thinking this was strange because it had been a really hot day and the evening hadn't cooled down any. I rolled over and was thinking about getting up to go for a walk, when some-one sat on the bed next to me and was leaning against my legs. After everything that happened, I was not feeling uneasy or frightened, and greeted this entity with a welcome. After a short engagement in a one-sided conversation, the weight lifted from the bed then the only door into my place started banging rather rapidly. The cold air lifted and the room became warm once again.