For me...I had an eventful night, lol. During the tour, I sat and watched for a good 5 seconds or so a man in a white shirt mop the bar with a white towel. During the course of the evening, my head started to hurt worse and worse. By the time we wrapped things up, I was literally nauseous my head hurt so bad. I had driven myself to this investigation, which was a good 2.5 hours from my house so the founders made me stay on the phone with them the whole time home because they were afraid I was gonna pass out, lol. As soon as I got home, I completely crashed and didn't wake up for 18 hours (which is really odd for me, hehe. Most of ya have probably noticed I stay up pretty much all hours of the night an day).
Sometime during that nearly day long slumber, I had a HORRIBLE dream about being trapped in a room in the third floor of that place (which used to be a hotel). I was slightly younger than I am now, and a man around my age with dark hair wouldn't let me leave. It was an extremely lucid dream in the sense that I didn't know I was dreaming, but it was so real that I could consciously think and react...not just watch as an omnipotent third party. I remember being terrified and sitting in an old wooden chair without arm rests...and I wasn't sure why I was being kept there. Apparently, according to my mom, I had woken myself up twice screaming, but I don't remember waking up.
When I finally did wake up, all hell broke loose at my house. Every single pot and pan we have we store under the stove in a cabinet...and every single pot and pan we own found its way out all over the kitchen floor in a tremendous crash while I was the only one in the house (even all the animals were outside). I got up to use the bathroom and came back into my room less than 5 minutes later to see a very heavy box that was on the top shelf of the closet was now sitting in the middle of my bed (again, no one home but me).
The usual activity increased as well...the phone ringing despite the fact we no longer have a land line, whispers, and footsteps in the hall. I said out loud that if someone DID follow me home from the Emmitt House, they'd have to play nicely with the other ghosts, stop causing me to have bad dreams, or they'd be forced to leave. I even talked to Rosemary Ellen Guiley about how to deal with removing it, lol. It took the hint and no more bad dreams.
So fast forward to today. I posted the video from Emmitt on here the other day, and then when the issue of baby monitors came up on the TAPS board, I posted it again. As I was posting, it felt like something bit me. I looked down and somehow I scratched myself on something...but I don't know what. There isn't anything sharp on my computer desk or on my clothes...and it looks like a kitty cat scratch, but I haven't even SEEN my cat today. Is it possible since I was posting about this issue that the scratch is related?
Another aspect I was considering is RSPK. I'm going through a really tough time right now, and the scratch is on my wrist...pretty emo like.
Hehe...and since everyone asks for pictures...not too impressive...and they're really blurry. I didn't get the Stigmata or anything, but it sure did hurt like hell, lol. Really...if you've ever gotten a scratch from a cat, that's exactly what it looks like:










