In response to a thread on the forums, I've decided to share one of many "Weird" experiences I have had in my life. There is no BDSM or kink involved in this though, so I didn't think it was relevant.
About 20 or 25 years ago, when I was in my mid-20's partying era, I lived in this one bedroom apartment. It was a cozy space, with lots of storage: Big closets and so on. It was located on the lower level of a split level house and was a separate suite. It had two rooms (or 4 counting the main closet and bathroom.): The kitchen/living room, the bedroom, a short adjoining hallway and the bathroom off the bedroom.
While I never encountered anything terrifying or outright "Evil" there, nonetheless, if someone had implied that the place was haunted, I would not necessarily disagree with them. Most of the "Weird" stuff was subtle. Occasionally I would hear an unexplainable noise. A disembodied laugh, which I dismissed as someone from upstairs (though it would happen when the landlord upstairs wasn't actually home.) Strange moans and an occasional screech. I dunno, maybe a fox or coyote? Though the moan was rather eerie. There would occasinally be unexplained odors. Not unpleasant, but just out of place- cigar smoke (I don't smoke them) or perfume (Don't wear it.) And things, shadows moving out of the corner of my eye. You'd think you see something, but turn around and nothing would be there.
Okay, none of that is really all that alarming. However, at least one occasion, the bedroom light turned on and off by itself. That was a little weird. And lying in bed one night, I felt someone brush my hand as it lay outside the covers. THAT one gave me the willies. Sure enough, there wasn't anyone else in the room, and it obviously wasn't a physical assault so, whatever it was it wasn't threatening, but still.
So, one night, I woke up to pee. It was dark in the apartment, but I still had a clear view of the adjoining hallway and the living room.
There was a person in the living room!
THIS got my adrenaline pumping. I couldn't see what they were wearing, but I could distinctly see a dark silhouette. As soon as he saw me, he quickly ducked down behind the couch, and I could distinctly see him move; like an intruder who was about to be caught but didn't wish to be seen.
"HEY! Hey YOU! Tough guy! Come here!" I yelled, and reached over to turn on the light.
My heart was pounding, getting ready for what would likely be a physical confrontation with a burglar, who would almost certainly be tweaked out on drugs. At this time, thoughts like "Shadow Figure," "Ghost" or "Paranormal" were farthest from my mind. There was a person in my apartment, and I had to deal with this- right here and now- because there was certainly not enough time for the cops to get here.
Except, there wasn't anyone there.
As soon as I turned the light on, I raced over to confront the intruder, but there was no intruder. I glanced around the room; where the @#$^ did he go? I looked under the couch. I opened the door to the closet. Nobody there! I then checked the front door and the windows; all of them locked from the inside. No sign of entry or tampering. I even went back into the bedroom and searched under the bed, and in the bathroom, and the closets in the bedroom. Was this some kind of freaky super-ninja? What the heck was going on?
Finally, with nothing else to do, I was resigned to the fact that, a) nobody had broken into the apartment after all, b) weird things occasionally happened in this apartment and this was probably one of them, and c) there was nothing else to do but go back to sleep. I mean, despite the creepiness of it all, I was tired, I had to work the next day, and whatever it was probably wasn't going to harm me (or he would already have done so.) So I quickly chalked it up to "I'm gonna pretend that didn't just happen" and fell back asleep.
About eight months later I moved out of that apartment and into my first house. Nothing odd happened in the new house despite it being a much older structure. Except for one weird instance, a couple months after I had moved in, where there was this disembodied knocking at the back door- and when I looked out the door (which had a window) there was nobody standing there. I did not open the door.
Anyway, I hadn't posted in a while, and in any case I feel kind of embarassed about the cringe erotic post from last time and I kinda wanted to share this, because, you know, Halloween and all. I am not one of these ghost hunting paranormal thrill seekers by any means, in fact I prefer to AVOID that stuff. But whatever was in that apartment, while very strange, most likely was not something evil or malevolent. I don't have enough knowledge of the spirit world to really know what it was. So... that's all I got.