Your True
Tales
July 2003 –
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Invisible
Companion
by Morgan
Something strange has been happening to me for years. I'd feel like someone's touching my shoulder. I would turn around and no one would be there. I always blamed it on my imagination, or even some random nerve twitch, but recently I was stroked on the shoulder and back quite clearly and for a good two seconds while I was in line waiting to pay for something. I turned around in shock as I was expecting to see some pervert trying to get my attention. The next person in line was at least a meter away and although everyone could see my back, no one looked at that person in a weird way, the way one would react seeing someone slowly caress some stranger's back.
I then knew and felt that it never was my imagination, that whenever I felt the touches, whenever I would hear an invisible someone shout my name next to my ear, it was probably true! Could someone be there?
This happened to me recently as well. I was at work (I work alone at a reception desk in a large hall and no one was there, I am positive) and this time, the "being", instead of shouting my name as usual, said "Fight!" I always hear this very close to my ear. I knew he meant it in a mischievous way, a bit like a child watching a cartoon and I don't think I was meant to hear it. It felt like I caught a glimpse of his own pep-talk. The voice is sometimes a man's, sometime a woman's very motherly voice.
Last night, when I got back to my apartment with my arms full of groceries, the elevator was closing just before I was able to get in and as I was thinking of how annoying this is, something made it re-open right before my eyes before it closed-up completely. There was no one there at all, but I automatically said "thank you very much." I knew someone had done this for me. I also remember when I lived in Quebec city a while back, I once left the condo and I assumed someone was walking right behind me. There were leaves on the ground and I could hear them crisping as the person walked. I was not spooked, I was just certain someone was there. I looked behind me to see if it was anyone familiar and then I almost fell to the ground... no one there. The footsteps stopped immediately. Who are these beings following me and playing tricks on me? I feel they are simply playful or neutral but I wish I knew where they come from.
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