I think I get back on the topic
This was many years ago when I visited a friend in England. While her husband was on exercise (he was in the army) I stayed few weeks with her. we were talking a lot about those books we were reading and discussed a lot of stuff. She told me about her experiences. Then on the last week, just few days before I went home, we went to a second hand shop. She saw a wooden pic in african style and bought it. Then we went back, had a nice evening, went to bed, everything was fine. Next morning I woke up first, I made myself breakfast, but did not take much as we did not had much left for breakfast. We needed to go shopping. Anyway, I went with the food in the living room. Just when I finished when I noticed I'm still hungry, I heard someone in the kitchen, thought it is my friend doing her breakfast. So I was running out of the livingroom to tell her that I'm still hungry, while she was running out of her bedroom to tell me not to eat it all. She heard the same as me. We were both staring at us and then to the kitchen door, together we went in. There was nothing, noone... we tried to find a reason, tried to explain the noise we heard, but could not come up with anything.
We went shopping later on, after we returned we had lunch and then watched a bit TV. Suddenly we heard someone cratching on the door, we both thought it's the cat wanna come it, but couldn't because the door was closed. Anyway my friend ask me to open the door and I was already on my way to open the door. But no cat there, so I told my friend and I saw her staring at the window. The cat was sitting there on the sill. We both have heard the scraching... I dunno what I let in, I did not feel anything not did it do any harm to me. Anyway I could not explain it, nothing else happend, two days later I went home and just a day after it her husband came back. First sentence he said when he got in the house was the picture must get out of the house. He did not know that my friend bought a pic, but it was the first sentence. By the way, he is a pagan. She started to get really bad nightmares since I opend the door, I did not know until few weeks after. She called me and said she has thrown all esoteric book away, inclusive the old book her husband had. It was a handwritten one from the 15th or 16th century. That made me a bit sad... and then I lost contacts with her, she just did not reply my letter anymore...
Edit: I mean she really freaked out and the nightmares have been really bad... I dunno if she was blaming me for opening the door, but she asked for it herself.
