posted on Sep, 8 2012 @ 12:17 PM
My haunting experience (I'll just call it for ease of differentiation) was completely different than the experience from whatever entity was
interrupting my sleep.
I didn't sense anything strange about the house when I was first looking into it with my boyfriend and the landlord, everything seemed great. It
started the day I moved in to the new house. I was taking over small boxes and items by myself before my family came to help with moving furniture
when I had the first strange experience. I carried in an armful of laundry and hung it up in the closet and then went out to get some more. When I
walked into the closet, all of the clothes I brought in just a moment before were pushed all the way to the side of the closet and swaying a bit. It
was strange, I thought I just hung them randomly in the center somewhere, but I shrugged it off and hung the next armful of clothing and left the
closet. When I came back with the last load, all of the hanging clothes were now pushed up against the opposite side of the closet that they were
previously and swaying. This freaked me out a bit, so I hung up the last load of clothes and shut the closet door.
I walked outside and carried in my small TV set. I brought it into my bedroom and set it down on a small table I had in there. When I turned around,
the closet door was open. I stared at it for a minute, swearing that I shut it all the way, when I heard a banging sound coming from the TV I had just
set down behind me. I turned around and didn't see anything out of place, so I thought it was maybe settling? I walked out of the room to bring
something else in, and I heard a very loud BANG coming from the other room again. It scared me a bit, so I locked up and left until everyone else was
ready to come with me.
Later on, everyone came back and we got my house all set up with no incidents whatsoever. I assumed that everything from earlier that day was just my
imagination. My boyfriend was living with me in the house, and he didn't have a job at the time, so I was never home alone after that until he moved
out about a month later. From then on, I was always home alone... and this is when it got really bad.
It started out again with simple things like the clothes in my closet moving, doors I swear were closed being open, lights going on/off, and my
washing machine would be pulled away from the wall about 8 inches every single day when I got home from work. I also had a really, really
creepy, hair standing on end, someone is watching me feeling when I would take showers. Ugh, still gives me the creeps.
I think my problem got worse when I started to acknowledge the spirit/demon/entity... I would come home from work and see my washer pulled out, and
tell it "Very funny", and I would ask it to leave me alone and things like that. Once I started talking to it, it only got worse. I would wake up in
the morning for work and every single cabinet and drawer in my entire kitchen would be wide open, my couch was tipped over one day, books would be
knocked off shelves and I started seeing shadows. I hated taking showers... I learned to take a shower in under 3 minutes, haha.
This went on for a few months until I got a roommate. Once there was another person in the house, everything stopped abruptly. The only time I had any
experiences was when they were at work and I was home alone. They didn't believe me that there was anything strange going on in the house. We lived
this way for about a year and a half until FINALLY my lease was up and I could leave.
Just a few days before we were to move out, my roommate was in his room, and I made a PB&J sandwich and a glass of milk and was going in my room to
sit at my computer, and I had the first ever experience when someone else was home... it was more intense than the others and I don't know if it was
because the entity was angry I was leaving, or maybe proving to me that I didn't have to be alone for it to bother me. As I walked into my room, just
as I was passing by my stereo, my light turned off and my stereo turned on - on full blast - screaming Let it Be by The Beatles in my face, and I felt
a hard shove in my back. My milk and sandwich when flying, and I fell and almost hit my face on the edge of my desk. I ran out of that room as fast as
I have ever ran in my life, jumped completely over both of my living room couches in one leap, and into my roommates room bawling my eyes out... and
he laughed at me. He STILL doesn't believe there was anything in that house. Light and stereo must have been bad wiring and I just happened to trip
at the same time. Ugh. I slept at my mom's house every night until I could leave. Nothing strange ever happened at my new house.
I got the feeling that whatever was in that house thought it was funny to scare me. It wasn't like whatever would watch me when I slept that I got
genuine fear of bodily harm from... it was more of a taunting, scary, picking on me sort of feeling. Like a mean bully.