Seriously though, I have had many experiences with the spirit world. I think some people are definitely more sensitive and attune to it than others. I also think it's somewhat of a choice. A lot of my experiences were very negative, and I fully believe in the power of evil...so it's something I try to close myself off to very tightly. I have experienced much less since doing this, but I still have a mild fear of the dark. Not usually when I'm outside at night or anything, unless it's somewhre with a lot of history, but at home...I would run up the stairs extra fast at night.
I got into the occult when I was a teenager and at the time I didn't think there was anything too bad with what I was doing. I started out with witchcraft, but branched out. The thing I learned about spirits and trying to communicate/channel them is that you can't really see them. You have no idea what the fuck you are messing with. I learned that after about a year and I ran.
I had some nasty experiences when I was younger. When I was 15 I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason. It was around 3 am and I had been exhausted, so it surprised me that I would wake in the night. I rolled over in bed, and above my bedroom door I saw too bright orange eyes in the darkness watching me. When the thing noticed me, it got riled up. It started wooshing around the room at ceiling level a few times before diving towards my face and then at the last minute turning and swooping through my old stereo. The stereo was old and a basic piece of crap. I had been listening to the radio before bed at a low level and before going to sleep i had turned itoff by unplugging it from the wall. When the thing swooped through the stereo, it came on and blasted the radio loudly. I was absoloutely petrified. I smashed it with a shoe a few times and it went off again, but when I looked back up, there were two sets of orange eyes. I could feel that they meant me harm, so I got under the covers and tucked them around me really tight and concentrated on breathing normally for the three hours it took for the sun to come up. When I came out from under the blankets, it was lightand there was nothing there. My mom was freaked out because although I never told her what happened, she complained that she could smell a strong smell of sulfur the next day.
When I was 19 I was dealing with someone who was into some dodgy things. I got a little too involved. One night when I was sitting talking to them on skype, I felt really really heavy. Then this darkness kind of descended and this black shadow shot straight through me. It felt very very cold and very very malicious. It disappeared after that, but my room mate was freaked out because I emerged from my room apparently white and started puking. It wasn't a very nice feeling and it unsettled me for a long time, but it never came back.
I had a few experiences with haunted places. My first flat was in an old georgian house that had been redone into flats. The previous tenant had been a junkie who had died in their bed and the house also had a history. There was an oppressive feel to my flat, but I didnt notice how much till I moved into another apartment that was an extension from the original house and it felt very blank. Tenants would often see things in the hallways.
An ex of mine was from oxford and he lived in this small old village in the countryside. It was mostly fine, but on the other side of the village there was this stretch of road, and there was about 100 metres of it that was just plain weird. It was a little road that people tried to avoid because on this stretch, everything died. Cars would cut out, if you were listening to an ipod or using your phone, your full battery would justcut out and die. Things didn't work, but would start up again once you got past a certain point. There was a bad feel to it. We used to go for walks in the evening, but i didnt like to go as far as that part of the village because of it.
I mostly just try to ignore these things now. If I don't acknowledge them, maybe they will just stay away.