Paul Stoddard of Diecast

Oh cool. I know I’ve got a good one. Hold on…okay, I was living at my brother’s house for a while and I didn’t know what was going on but I kept feeling like someone was there. No one else would believe me. I was the only one getting the feeling. I would walk into my room and would be like, “why does my room smell like cigars?” Other people would walk into my room and they couldn’t even smell it. Only I could. And then I would be like half asleep/awake and could feel somebody like right in my face. Then, I would walk into the house by myself late at night and I could hear someone run down the hall and downstairs into the basement. What else. I would be in the shower and I could hear the door slamming closed. Continually. So everyone thought I was just nuts or whatever, but the creepiest one was actually when my girlfriend was over onetime and we heard someone running around upstairs. Didn’t think much of it. Went to take a look and nothing was there. So we go back downstairs and we are on the stove cooking something and she was like 5 feet out and I was standing across from her and all of a sudden the bottom plate/drawer of the stove flies open and a blue flame shoots out and shoots back in closing the drawer shut behind it. That was the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.