About 20 years ago, I lived in an apartment. I would hear knocking on the ceiling quite often. I asked my neighbour about it and she replied “oh, that’s just a spirit. It stopped once you moved in.” A bit after the knocking started, odd things would happen around the apartment: things would be moved, windows closed, lights turned off… things that you would say that I just forgot that I had done. Well, one night, I looked out my bedroom and saw the light from my computer on in the other room. I went in and the screen saver was off. When I went back to my bedroom, I laid down on the bed facing the other room to see if it happened again. It wasn’t long before I felt something touch my back side, it was a forceful touch. From that time on, I would wake up with four scratches on each shoulder at least once a week.
I switched bedrooms. The scratches stopped, but every time I was going to see my BF, my keys would come up missing. I would find them in the oddest places. Even though I knew that I wouldn’t put them in the bathtub, the kitchen cupboards, or my dresser, I brushed it off like I just misplaced them myself. My BF stayed over one night and in the morning he asked what I had done to him the previous evening. He showed me his neck, he had four scratches on one side and one on the other. It was as if someone grabbed his neck with one hand and scratched him. That was the last time that he came over and I soon found out that he was not a good person.
I moved out of the apartment and in with two friends. I could hear someone running every night. It stopped once I put a cross over the door. Other odd things happened. One night we were going to my aunt’s home to get my cousin’s Ouija board. I distinctively saw someone behind me when I was the last one to leave. My roommates also would hear someone walking around my bedroom when I wasn’t home.
A year later, I moved into my current home. My cousin moved in with me for a little bit. She would always say that she could hear someone walking up in my bedroom when nobody was home. Nothing much different than the happenings from my apartment happened… until I met my husband. That’s when the traditional “haunting” things started: doors closing, things falling, lights flickering, brand new light fixtures breaking…
I should say though, that my husband has since passed away as well.
There has been some small things that have occurred since: a car was speeding down the road and driving erratically, it would have hit me, but it hit a tree and changed its course.
I am convinced that whatever was in the apartment followed me. However, I do not think that it is malevolent. I think that it is protecting me like it did with my bf. What I am convinced of is that there is something very evil in my home. I say this because I would hear a very odd sound from outside. My dog would hear it. One night, my camera sent me a notification that it captured the sound. It sent chills up my spine that I told my children not to let any of the dogs out. I did investigate the area the next day and I could not find any signs of animals. I can’t attach the video with the sounds, but I was told by a medium that it sounds like a demon.
This same medium told me that the next time the lights flicker, I should tell “it” that it’s my home and it’s not wanted. Shortly after this, my daughter and I were cooking dinner. The lights in the kitchen were flickering for about 20 seconds before going out. I figured they were just burnt out. But, I laughed and said, “Can you not? This is my home and you don’t pay me rent so until you start paying, you need to leave my stuff alone.” I then walked into the dining room and the lights came right back on.
I also have a sleep app that records while I sleep. Many, many times it says that I am snoring. But, it actually sounds like a death rattle on one occasion I had woken in the middle of the night and heard it myself. One of the recordings actually has some other sound at the very end that is overlapping the rattle. Another recording had me talking in my sleep saying that something is heavy, then you can hear what sounds like footsteps walking away.
Recently, my son moved out of the home. I have put my dog’s food, water, crate and toys in the room. The past two days, my dog refuses to go in there, she used to go in there if he was in there. But now, it’s to the point that I literally have to take her food out of the room or she will not eat.
I am open to any advice about what to do and if anyone knows what is going on. Moving isn’t an option, I may be stupid, but I feel as if my husband is in the home and if I move, I will be leaving him.