Immediately after moving into an apartment in my son-in-law's mother's house in October, 2008, I began experiencing strange occurrences.

Things were not were I had left them. Occasionally I smelled cigar smoke (no one in this house smokes). My cat would stare into the bathroom for long minutes at a time. I told the landlady and she stated that she had strange things happening also.

We contacted a psychic and she confirmed that we did have an entity.


She photographed orbs around my landlady's late husband's workbench. I knew the late husband, Chuck. He was a gruff individual whose illness made him worse, but I liked him just the same.

A few years later I had to put my cat to sleep. Eventually my daughter brought me a new cat. The poor thing was so scared that she immediately ran under my bed and no amount of coaxing could get her to come out.

That was on a Saturday morning. Sunday morning I was startled awake by a gruff male voice yelling "Hey!" in my ear. I opened my eyes to see the cat standing on her hind legs, front paws on the bed, staring into my face. Okay, we know cats don't talk, so I know that it was Chuck getting my attention. This cat does the same thing, sits in the hallway and stares into the bathroom.

I would never want Chuck gone, though he can be annoying at times. He makes living in this little house in Brunswick, Ohio pretty interesting.

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