Encounter

I remember in the past years;

When I am at home in my room, I will always hear my mom call me but when I asked if she called, she would say no. It lasted for a very long time and even sometimes my mom would thought I call her. Could be our neighbors calling their family and we heard wrongly? Could it be just our imagination?

A Saturday evening, I was playing games on my computer. As time passes by, the night came close and my mom went to bed at about 10pm. My brother was still watching television downstairs. I was still playing game. At about 2am or so (yes I did play game until such a time... always a game addict), my brother went to bed. My room door was open then to let air ventilate around the room. As my brother turn off his room lights at about 2:30am, as usual we would usually hear all sorts of sounds coming from your living room or downstairs as all the things like the television cooling off, the refrigerator motor running, the sofa going back to its normal shape (especially those metal frame types because after sitting on it for a long time, it will be bend and once we get off it, it will make that creaking sound). So it was all usual…

Then suddenly, I heard the living room sofa being dragged on the marble floor!

Picture courtesy of the Worried Man - Ghost

My hair on my arms all stood up right. I WAS SO AFRAID! I closed my room door slowly and put on my headsets and crank up my music volume! What was it? Did I hear wrongly? Am I did only one who hear all this? I didn’t sleep that night! Only until the morning I went to bed.

From that day onwards, when I hear someone calling me; if my mom is home instead of answering her, I will ask her if she called me… but most of the time it isn't her. But a number of times, I was home alone and I would hear someone calling me. Of course I chose not to acknowledge it and went on playing my game.

One day, the calling got closer when I didn’t acknowledge it, and it was as though it was coming from the staircase a few steps from my room! I panicked for a bit then brought up my courage, walk out of my room, stood at the top of the staircase and shouted “THIS IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO BE! YOU ARE INTRUDING INTO SOMEONE'S HOUSE. NOW PLEASE GET OUT OF HERE!” and I went back into my room, closed my room door. I never heard of it anymore since.

I never thought I would be able to know that there is existence of spirits in my very own home. Usually I hear them in hotel rooms if I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom or something.

It is the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar now, where spirits get a vacation on our realm. The sofa dragging sound I heard, happened three years ago on the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar.
Picture courtesy of Kotaku - Little Big Planet : Who Ya Gonna Call?

What would you do if you were in my situation? Who ya gonna call? The Ghostbusters? Haha!
Have you got your own experience of such encounter on the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar?