Well, I had my first experience in my new home with something, I'm not sure what exactly, this is what happened. First, it wasn't actually in my house, it was at the small country store where I work. This place is a small, quaint country store in the mountain community where I live, it has a small selection of foods, toiletries, cleaning supplies, beer, wine and cigarettes. There aren't very many people living out here, there are fewer than 200 full time residents, during the day when I am there, long stretches can go by with no one coming into the store. I have cleaned until there isn't one speck of dust anywhere, ok I exaggerate, there is always dust, but I tackle one thing at a time each time I work, which is only every other weekend, unless the owner needs me to work more.
Yesterday, I was sitting in the store, in front of the computer playing solitaire, yes, I was bored, it had been an hour or so since the last customer had come in. It's pretty quiet in there too, the main thing I hear is the compressors coming on in the freezers and refrigerators, and the occasional bird call from outside. As I was sitting on the chair in front of the computer, I felt something touch the back of my hair and scalp. Not a tugging, it felt like someone was just fiddling with a piece of my hair and touching my scalp. I ran my hand down the back of my head, I was expecting to find a moth or some other bug, I felt nothing, I rubbed that spot and went back to playing sol. It happened again, in the same spot, again I felt for an insect, there are lots of moths and other flying insects out here, I fully expected to feel one, but again, I felt nothing but hair. I rubbed the spot even harder, fluffing out my hair thinking if this was just a nerve gone crazy, I would give it something to go crazy about. I went back to playing sol, again this happened, this time I asked aloud in a neutral voice, "Why are you touching my hair?", I turned around in the chair and looked all around, I saw and felt nothing. After that, it didn't happen again, I suppose that by acknowledging it was there by speaking aloud to it, that was all it needed (?).
I have a suspicion, though I can't say for sure, the owner of the store lost her husband around Christmas time, he had been very sick for a long time. I never actually met him, but I did see him in the store once. I know that the store was a focal point for both of them.
Was it him? I don't know, does it scare me? No, I felt nothing negative about the whole thing. It hasn't happened again, today I spent more time sitting in front of that same computer and nothing happened.
When I first started working at this store, about a month ago, I did think about him while I was cleaning and dusting (and getting familiar with what they stock there), I hoped that if he was watching, he would be happy that I am there helping his wife to take care of the place.
What do you think?