

Im a bit "sensitive" a times. I can walk into a house or building and know if there are active spirits around. I've lived in some houses with some very angry spirits. But all spirits aren't so bad. The first apartment i lived in in San Francisco waaaaaaay back in 1995, was on lower haight and turned 100 years old the year i moved in. I lived with 2 friends from chicago, but there were definitely a few others habitating with us. The faucets would turn on and off, and you always caught something from the corner of your eye. Walking thru the front door i always thought one of my roommates would be home, but i would call out to them with no response. I was definitely not alone. The good thing about this place and these spirits was that they weren't out to hurt us, in fact they were very playfull and sometimes quite loving.
One late afternoon i was taking a nap in my bedroom, sleeping on my stomach, head on the pillow turned to the left. As i felt myself slowly coming out of a dream, i felt this heavy weight on my back. It was not a suffocating weight, but enough were i had to work harder to breathe properly. This woke me up completely from my slumber. It was such a comforting feeling, as i was being cuddled, i thought it was my gay roommate matthew--we liked to snuggle in bed sometimes : ) I was enjoying this closeness, when i felt an impression on the pillow next to my face and felt someone breathing inches from my face, like they were staring at me. My eyes flew open--no one was there and the weight on my back was completely gone. I called out to Mathhew
"Matthew!" no answer. "Matthew were you just in my room!" i yelled again
"What! NO!" he yelled back "I was listening to music on my headphones."
I was a bit freaked out but at the same time I wasn't. I knew that this spirit didn't mean any harm. Maybe it just needed some love, or maybe it knew i just needed a hug.