Ghost Stories

Bathroom Spirit

This happened in1976-77 while I was living in a two bedroom house in ManhattanBeach, CA with two other friends. No one did drugs or anythinglike that so what happened definitely wasn't any kind ofhallucination. Annie, one of my roommates had come by one nightand said that she had a difficult time going into our bathroom,which had doors leading to it from both bedrooms. She said shefelt extremely uncomfortable. Neither Cindy nor I had evernoticed anything, but then we spent little time in the house atall since we weren't far from the beach. Annie suggested we havea seance to see if anything was in the house.

None of us knew what we were doing, but Annie knew someone whodid and invited them to come to the house on a Friday night. Iwas pretty open to it, although extremely skeptical aboutanything happening, and so was my other roommate. Anyway, on oneFriday night three guys showed up with Annie, and though I don'tremember how we got everything ready, I do remember that the guywho took the lead, had us make sure all the windows were closed,we put a towel against the base of the bathroom window (to makesure there were no draughts) and then he lit a large candle whichhe made sure was firmly in the holder we had provided. He stoodand watched if for awhile and then set it down in the empty/drybathtub (no shower). We closed both doors and all went out intothe now candle-lit livingroom. He had us all hold hands and Ican't remember what was said other than this man trying to speakto whoever or whatever might be in the house. He asked for aconfirmation that someone/something was in the bathroom - hewanted the candle, which was brand new, to be extinquished, andhe was trying to either get this thing out of the bathroom or atleast allow it to leave. I don't remember much else that was saidafter that.

Nothing seemed to happen for awhile, but then this rather creepy(and for lack of better words) low inaudible buzzing/hummingstarted. It was more like it was some kind of low electricalcurrent flowing through all of us - as if you could hear it andfeel it "within" your body and therefore it also seemedthat you were hearing it outside your body as well. I found itvery uncomfortable and wanted to break the connection, and inparticular wanted to let go of my roommate's hand who was sittingon my left of the sofa. I think others were feeling the samesensations as I was because it wasn't long after that I startedhearing others in the group whispering and the connection/hummingstopped. None of us felt very comfortable and even ourconversation seemed forced. We all were feeling like somethingnot quite right was happening. Finally, Annie said in a whisper"look at Cindy" who was my roommate sitting next to me.I was almost afraid to look at her, but as I turned my head shehad this dead, vacant stare and was looking towards my bedroom (youcould see the bathroom door from where she sat on the sofa. Bythen I had dropped her hand and was calling her name. I startedto feel a bit frantic when there was absolutely no response oreven slight blinking of her eyes. She didn't acknowledge hearingany of us.

Suddenly, she bolted off the couch with Annie and I right behindher. Before she could open the bathroom door the leader of thegroup stopped her and then proceeded to open it slowly. There wasthis cold air that "wooshed" out of the room and feltas if it went right through our bodies as we clustered around theopen door. As if we'd just let something/someone out of the room.The candle, to our shock was not only out, but had been knockedover, candle holder and all! Just from how it looked we knewthere was no way it could have fallen over on its own, something/someonewould have had to lift it and lay it on it's side.

Then Cindy, who hadn't uttered a word until then said "Wefinally let him out." None of us had a clue what she wastalking about, and when asked who "he" was, she had noidea. She said she just knew she had to get to the door and let"him" out.

I was almost terrified to have these guys leave, since they werethe ones who had sort of unleashed whatever this was on us. Therewas no other occurance after that, and for weeks we had no ideawho "he" might be. But then one afternoon as Cindy andI were sitting out on the steps talking about the seance we sawour paperboy who was about 15 years old, coming up the street. Wethought if anyone might know anything it could be him. We stoppedhim and asked him about the house. He told us that no one hadlived in the house for very long since a guy had overdosed onheroin in the bathroom about six years prior. We both just knewthat we'd let this guy out of the bathroom. I have no idea why orhow he was finally freed from the bathroom, but it wasn't longafter this conversation with the paperboy that we decided to moveout of the house. During our move, someone had made theobservation that the numbers on the house were 1313, and that wewere the 13th house from either end of our block. Not that thatseemed any big deal...but it was a bit creepy. This house wasonly about a block off of Manhattan Beach Blvd. and I have noidea if any other events have happened at that same locationsince we all moved out and went our separate ways.