In April of 1991 I moved into an apartment in San Luis Obispo with an acquaintance who claimed to be a white witch. I was into the "deathrock/gothic" thing so it didn't strike me as odd.. A lot of people played with paganism. I myself came from a strict Pentecostal family, so anything of the supernatural was extremely taboo. While living with this "white witch", I met many interesting people. I came into my living room to find a strange guy asleep on the couch. Being as quiet as I could.. he sat straight up and said that there were pink balls orbiting me. I wrote him off as a kook. My witch friend introduced me to a guy who I became VERY close friends with. The witch moved out of the apt and the guy moved in. We were best friends. ( I know this is a long story.. but it is truly leading somewhere i promise.) He always walked me home from work at 3 am. One night he asked if we could walk through the historic district where the Victorian houses are. I was tired but loved being with him, so I agreed to take this walk with him.
I noticed that something was not quite right with the picture. I couldn’t put my finger on it...but something was wrong. I looked at him and he wasn’t walking he was more like...gliding. His feet were not touching the pavement. ( I swear on my LIFE this is the truth.) He looked at me, and the blue iris of his eyes seemed to be illuminated, and it felt like someone physically hit me in the lower abdomen when he looked at me. For some unknown reason...I got really angry about it. I asked him "What are you doing?" He said "I am sorry, I thought you knew." That is all he kept saying to me.
I started running and found myself at the OLD San Luis train depot. He caught up to me and I told him he was a liar and I hated him. I really don’t even know why I was saying this. I ran to a phone and beeped my friend. She called me back and I told her to come and get me. He kept trying to hug me and I felt really! nauseous. He came home with me that night, but he slept downstairs on the couch. I slept upstairs in my LOCKED bedroom. All night long I felt a heavy breath on my ear and I heard the voice whisper "Jenivere". The next morning he was gone. He has called me from time to time, even though I have lived in MANY different states. Whenever I move to a new place he calls within a week seeing how I am. Then I don't hear from him until I move again.
