APRIL 13th, 2016
By JOHN LILIES
With Lana’s encouragement, I have decided to share a wee ghosty tale of mine.
About 14 or 15 years ago, I was studying Shiatsu Therapy at a small clinic within a building that was well over 100 years old.
As part of the school requirements, everyone wore white uniforms and we typically sat on the floor in a semi-circle formation, facing the front of the room where the instructor was situated.
One night, about one and a half months into the program, I sat on the floor in the semi-circle and waited for the instructor to begin the class. I was at the back of the formation, slightly off from centre, calming my energy while everyone settled in for the evening. As I sat there, I watched someone in the white uniform – these legs in white pants – walk across in front of me. I felt the person go around my left side and stand behind me.
For some reason, I knew it was a man (I only saw the legs – I never did look up to see who it was) and I honestly thought it was the teacher for that class. After a few seconds I realized that I felt like that same person was standing behind me, watching me. You know that horribly annoying and uncomfortable feeling of someone staring at you? Not bad or negative, just awkward. What bothered me was that while it felt like the person was standing a few feet behind me staring, it also felt like he was directly behind me almost breathing down my neck – like when someone stands and reads over your shoulder. Not in a menacing way, just like someone who isn’t aware of personal space. I still can’t figure out what made me feel that it was a man or at that, why I thought it was the instructor. I suppose the instructor might have been an obvious deduction at the time and I guess I also felt a male energy. Nothing specifically occurred to make me to think it was a man.
After a couple of minutes of being uncomfortable, I looked around the room in front of me, noting who had arrived and who was seated versus standing. I realized that the instructor was actually standing at the front of the room, about to commence the class. So, once I realized it wasn’t him behind me and that everyone else was now sitting in formation, I whipped my head around to see who was behind me.
No one was there.
The men’s change room was behind me but it was empty and had been for some time. No one had been standing there. No one was standing there at that moment but I knew that someone had been there and I could still feel him there. Not really knowing what to make of it however, I decided to put it out of my mind and focus on the lesson (not telling anyone of my experience).
During the break, the daughter of the clinic’s owner (who was also a student in the class) told us that we should know that if we were to ever experience anything strange in the building or see anyone who wasn’t ‘really’ there, not to panic. She told us that the building was haunted and it was just a man and a woman who occasionally liked to hang out and watch what was going on but they wouldn’t actually do anything.
I felt the blood instantly drain from my face and it took everything in me to stay seated and not run out of the building. I’ve had ‘paranormal’ experiences my whole life but for some reason – I guess the way this one happened – it really shook me. However, I remained where I was and never said a word to anyone there. My breathing may have been a bit unsteady for the rest of the evening but I never said a word. (I did tell Ma Lilies when I returned home that night. I had to tell someone and I knew she would understand.)
*Illustration may not be an accurate representation of the real ghosty
Cut to about seven months later (I still hadn’t told anyone there about my experience).
Class had ended for the night and a friend (Keegan) and I were in the change room, getting back into our street clothes. Once we were changed and had our bags packed up, I went ahead of Keegan and opened the door to leave the change room and go up the stairs to the main entrance. I had my backpack on and started up the stairs with Keegan a few paces behind me. On the third or fourth stair, I fell forward. I had no reason for falling and I remember in that split second thinking, “Why did I fall?” Keegan asked if I was okay and I embarrassingly mumbled something to her about ‘me and my big feet’ and continued up the stairs.
About another month or so later, Keegan and I were chatting and we somehow landed on the subject of ghosties and ‘paranormal’ events. We each shared some of our stories and that was when I finally opened up about the experience I’d had in the classroom at the beginning of the school year.
Keegan then decided to tell me about an experience she’d had at the school.
As it turned out, the night we were leaving the change room together and I’d fallen up the stairs, Keegan saw a ghosty. As she told me, I opened the change room door to leave and she saw a man’s face turn to look at us from the doorway. Apparently his face expressed great shock when he realized he’d been seen and he took off up the stairs – just a hair after I’d started up the stairs myself.
Keegan said that the very moment I fell forward on the stairs, was the same second the ‘apparition’ rushed by me; she said he bumped me as he was passing and knocked me down. The ghosty briefly paused, looking apologetic and worried, and then continued up the stairs as I made my excuse about tripping over my big feet.
Keegan never said a word until the night we shared our stories and even then she was afraid to tell me, thinking I’d either not believe her or I’d be scared. I definitely believed her and strangely it didn’t scare me. If anything, I was relieved to know what had caused me to fall and it validated the feeling I’d had at the beginning of the school year, sitting in class and feeling a man watching me from behind. I must admit however, that I was not very comfortable in the change room after that. From the way Keegan described it, the ghosty must have been walking by the door or just standing outside of the room when I opened the door. I hoped that was truly the case, and that he hadn’t been watching us while we were changing, but it was always in the back of my mind after hearing the story. I also hesitated each time I opened the door to leave the change room, wondering if he was there. I think by that point, I was too aware of ghosties in the building to see them again, though I felt them fairly often.
So there’s my ‘twofer’ for you. It honestly still gives me chills when I talk about it and to my knowledge it is the only time I’ve been knocked over by a ghosty. I must admit though, that I am happy it was a ghosty and not my big feet that took me down.
