I don't have ghost stories, but I connect with places and locations. Any place or location that has become important for me, brought forth some weird experiences when I visited for the first time. I receive unworded messages, perceiving them physically.
The first nursing home I worked at in this city: when my soon-to-be boss walked me around the house, we came into the hall where any feast and mass takes place. Though the hall was big, and visually beautiful, I suddenly felt colt and the place grew dark as if I was about to faint. Like I better not sign the contract, and I'll be indeed unhappy here. Fair warning. That place sucked me dry within 3 months, and I had great difficulties to recover from it. I have visited that place a few years later, and it still has that grim presence.
Another nursing home - I almost have signed with another home, when they called. I had nothing better to do that day, and the message was clear: go see them! When I turned around the corner, I was delighted with the house, as it is a 'light house' so to say! Big windows, big gardens, pretty trees and a really good energy. The place I connected best with was a corner with a huge window, a big tree and the floor. The sun came shining through, and the entire place was welcoming me. I already knew the company, I had worked for them before and I was a bit cautious. But the familarisation day made me feel so good, the residents reacted rather positive towards me, and the view from the balcony called me so strongly, I signed with them.
For some years, I have been unhappy there. But the connection with that place was so intense, I stayed. Today, I work at the ward where the big window and the huge tree is. Each morning, the team gathers there and I think it is one of the best places to gather around.
There are spirits, some workmates have stories to tell about closing doors and passing shadows. I haven't noticed anything of that kind.
The flat where I live had been the strongest experience of this kind. Although this place was virtually in ruins, building rubble everywhere and dirty floors - I did not take notice! All I realised was this place as light and friendly, filled with a bubbly energy. If there had ever been a happy house, I was inside of it. Spirit of this house wanted to have me!
While my partner in life was already outside, telling the other 25 interested parties how terrible and ugly and dark the flat was, I was talking to the landlord. He told me frankly that I would not be able to pay the rent.
Well, me... I never lie. Me telling a lie does not work. My memory is too bad to tell a lie. So I looked him straight in the eye, and I told him about becoming an executive, and paying the rent won't ever be difficult.
We signed the contract.
There had been difficult times at this place - really noisy neighbours, strange payment models. Whenever I mentioned aloud what the trouble was, the house offers help. There is a spirit here, a very friendly and happy one. Like a teacher, like a mentor.
The new landlord is trying hard to kick us out, and whenever I freak and decide on moving out, the house presents me with a sign of hope. Like it tells me to relax, like it tells me it will be me who decides when it is time to move out. Not the landlord, but the house itself will let me know in time.