I was with a friend who had recently moved into a new apartment. She had been living there alone for about a week or two when she mentioned her house possibly being haunted. She spoke of things in the walls, vents, the mirror that conveyed mental images to her, and occasionally sound and smell.
I personally got a strange prickling sensation on my skin when I went near each area.
Some time after she moved into the apartment, she began unveiling and discovering symbols all over the place, each interconnected with the others. I remember one of them being a number seven.
I mentioned to my friend that I’d recently had some arguments with my mother and also that I had been seeing a lot of spiders, in my own house. My friend told me that the spider was a symbol of some number of things, one of them being disharmony with one’s mother. Adding to this, a single strand of spider webbing kept appearing in different areas each time our conversation died, over an 8-10 hour period. It seemed to just come down from the ceiling or sky (the apartment was on the second floor, and included a back patio).
However, it was not visible while either of us was talking about it or speaking of it. But as soon as it was forgotten, it would reappear, causing an initial refraction of light (both sun and natural).
I think that the last time I saw it was on the patio. I reached out and grabbed it, then proceeded to wrap it around my hands. It came downward for a good 5-10 minutes, and by this time I thought I had very thin silk gloves. I tried to wipe it off my hands, but it would not all leave and, being curious, I began pulling on it more which caused it to then come from the ground in front of the apartment for another five minutes.
While trying to end the fiasco, I noticed two kids were skateboarding on a sidewalk across the parking lot, in front of another apartment replicate, while a mother watched them. I think that only one of the boys was her son. The first kid did a trick jumping off the sidewalk about five feet to the parking lot, causing the second kid to try to imitate. He failed twice, and an image of the boy landing the trick flashed in my head after I remembered the web on my hand. Knowing this, I told my friend the boy was going to land the next one, and that I did not need to see the end. The kid was ready to give up, but my friend shouted encouragement to him, helping him to try one more time.
By the time I reached her kitchen counter and sat down, I heard the skateboard hit the cement, and the ensuing shouts of the boys and mother. The rest of the evening continued with idle flame staring that produced multiple images and sensations. I returned to the patio at nightfall, and noticed a brilliant full moon, and then a sparkle out of the corner of my eye. It was the web strand, hanging from nothing but the sky.
This time I only admired it, and saw a reflection of myself in the moon. I awoke the next morning with a different outlook.
To this day, I experience short premonitions. They can occur during daydreams, meditation, and sleep. Sometimes, strangers will be affected by my thoughts, and do what I imagine directly beforehand, or respond to unasked questions. Words build up in my head and, right before vocally releasing them, I feel them leave through my forehead, probably through my Third Eye, for a lack of a better term, which is said to have something to do with the pineal gland. I also think I’ve changed a few stoplights and computer processes, but I could be crazy.
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