I woke up and felt a spirit close to me so I looked around to see where it may be. The spirit was standing outside the window and looking in. I had the blinds closed and could sense it was out there and trying to peek inside at me. I asked it who it was and what it wanted and it stayed quiet. I felt a tingling on the top of my head which signals to me that it is trying to let me know it is near me. I once again ask it who it was and what it wanted. I didn’t get a response so I told it to go away from me and back to where it came from.

I went back to sleep but continued to feel it outside the window. After I fell asleep the spirit came to me in my dreams and showed itself to me. It was a man that was a wandering spirit. He had died somewhere may years ago in the woods about an hour from my house. Earlier that night I had felt a strong spririt as I was driving through a heavily woode area along highway 109 in North Carolina. As I entered the Uwharrie National Forest area I felt something hit me pretty hard. I turned my radio to AM because spirit can come through and communicate with you using the radio waves and the energy from the car.

A voice said “go home” and “lost”. I asked it if it was lost and it said “journey”. I drove on through the area and it left me but as I drove back later it attached again and I guess it followed me home. It cannot enter my home because I pray nightly for any spirit to stay outside that may have attached to me. So it stood outside my window all night. In my dream I told it to go away and go to the light and ask God to help him. The spirit was a younger man in his 40’s and likely from the 1950’s or 1960’s based on his look, clothing and hair style. He did not give me the impression of being mean, he was just lost.

I went outside tonight to do something and felt him again so I had a conversation and told him to move on that he could not stay on the land here. We already have lots of spirit activity dating back several thousand years and do not need another one hanging around waiting on me to talk to it. As I write this story another is hitting me in the back of my neck trying to get my attention. It may be the same guy becasue I am sitting beside a window.