September 23, 2003
As lights continuously flickered, turned themselves off only to come back on shortly after and small items were thrown down the hallway, the disturbance continued with Leslie complaining that her sleep was disturbed by voices whispering in the hallway, two of them, one of them saying, "Hi."
At four a.m. my door handle was rattled loud enough to wake me up, and in a decidedly uncanny manner, and the door was opened. I found Leslie sleeping and I could not return to sleep until after 5a.m.
The other night I saw a flash of strange whiteish-blue light above my head in bed, in the dark. It seemed to hang in the air and was quickly gone.

September 16, 2003
I keep hearing weird whispers in the hallway and coming from the living room. Leslie says she hears footsteps.

September 15, 2003, Monday
Last night I performed a spell with my best friend attempting to call up my spirit guardians, which I created a while back. I asked him if he could tell what I was calling up, but he said no. Then later, we were driving home in his car and he said that he was feeling paranoid because there were people in the back seat of the car staring at him. I asked what they looked like and he described a woman with long blond hair and a man with short black hair. He said that the man would have been attractive if he had not been staring at him so intensely. He said that the people followed us out of the car.
This is an exact description of my spirits, which I have told no one about. I didn't tell him anything about what they looked like and there is no possible way that he could have known, logically. This validates my belief that I am calling them up successfully.

September 4, 2003, Thursday
This may have been a person, but just in case not I have chosen to include it. Around three in the morning last night I was awakened by someone throwing a pillow at my head. The bedroom door, which I had closed and did not awake to it being opened, was ajar. I could see a figure standing in the hall that ran away as I studied it. I got up, closed the door, and five minutes later, it was opened, seemingly without anyone on the other side. I met my roommate coming out of the bedroom. Choosing to sleep in the living room, an article of clothing was thrown at me while I was lying down. The clothing thrown should not have been in the living room.

August 27, 2003, Wednesday
Last night I was babysitting in one of the apartments at 868 Oxford Lane, Co Springs, Co, and it was very early in the morning, about a quarter till six a.m. when I heard sounds of the child I was watching climbing out of his crib and running down the hallway towards me, where I was resting on the couch. This was rediculous, because the kid can't walk, can't even crawl. So I dismiss it as a dream. Then, at about five till six, it happens again, only much louder and the apartment seems to be vibrating with the running and I know it's not a dream and no one's there and I'm frightened and paranoid and I can't move. I actually called out "Josiah," the child's name, but of course he was sleeping. I decided not to try to go back to bed after that. Then the sun came up.

Monument Valley Park
Several years ago I was dating a man who claimed to hear voices in his head. He said that it was a disapproving female voice who asked him questions, and he wanted to perform some sort of meditation to find out where the voice was coming from. At this time we were sitting in MVP, near the entrance, just across the bridge. There was a tree directly behind us. As he began to do his thing, I was almost immediately startled by the apparition of a headless man, appearing out of thin air from behind the tree. He was wearing a long duster and seemed faintly militant. I could hear his large boots and the unsheathing of his sword as he passed me by. It was so intense and moving for me that I immediately burst into tears.