The following are my journal entries from moving into this house until now.
July 20, 2015
To say that I am freaked out right now would be an understatement.
My mother and I are in the process of moving in to a home that’s been around for the last hundred years or so. Since we bought brand new furniture that hasn’t arrived yet, we are sleeping on an air mattress together in one of the 3 upstairs rooms. I should mention that while we are moving things from the old house into the new home, our dogs are being cared for by our previous neighbor. So the following experience cannot be chalked up to the dogs making noise.
Mom fell asleep next to me while watching a movie on her laptop together. I finished the movie, read some of the book I’m reading, and turned the lights off. I had just gotten myself comfortable under the blankets when I heard bare footsteps walking around on the hardwood floors downstairs. This made me immediately sit up in bed.
Listening intently, and heart racing, I heard the footsteps stop at the end of the staircase. I lean over to grab the flashlight next to the bed, preparing myself to get up once my heart stops beating through my chest, when I heard the footsteps begin walking heavily up the stairs.
I can’t describe the pure terror I felt in this moment. I had nothing to defend myself with, if it had been an intruder. Continuing to listen, the footsteps stopped about midway up the staircase. I sat, for what seemed like an eternity but was really more like a minute, waiting to hear if something else would happen.
I heard nothing.
Once I could get my bearings, I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the door in our shared room. I put my ear against the door, and after hearing nothing, I opened the door. I turned the flashlight on, and made my way to the top of the staircase, only about 6 feet away from our room.
I shone my flashlight around on the staircase and saw nothing. I slowly crept down, shining my flashlight furiously. Nothing. After I gathered up enough courage, I made my way to the front door. Locked. Good. Next I made my way to the back door. Also locked. Finally, I made my way to the side door. Again, locked. In this moment, I didn’t know whether to be grateful or terrified that it wasn’t an intruder.
In hindsight, I don’t know why I didn’t just flip all of the lights on in the house. But instead I opted for the device with the least amount of light.
I made my way back to bed, confused and scared. I know that what I heard was real. It wasn’t the house settling, or my imagination that has never allowed me to hear such things in the past. I laid down next to mom, still listening for noises that did not happen again, until I finally fell asleep.
Mom is going to be in for a surprise when I tell her about this tomorrow.
July 27, 2015
It’s been exactly one week since I’ve written about my experience. Nothing else has happened. Maybe it was just a one-time occurrence? I can only hope!
Anyway, I told mom about what happened. She isn’t open minded about many things, but spirits seem to be something she’s considered. After making sure I didn’t believe I was hearing things (I wasn’t! I know I wasn’t!), she found it interesting. She also informed me that when our landlord used to live in this house, his wife died in bed. In this house. The very house I’m sleeping in. That’s very unsettling.
In other news – we’ve received our furniture. ‘Moving’ into my new room today! We’ve also picked up the dogs from our old neighbor! And also invested in a rug for the stairs.
Ok, that’s all for now.
July 29, 2015
The strangest thing just happened. I was laying in bed, reading like usual, when I decided to go to sleep. I put my book down, turned off the light, and got under the covers. Right after I closed my eyes, I felt this sudden shift in pressure around me. It was a combination of feeling like gravity has just pulled me closer to the earth, and an uneasy feeling like someone was watching me. My eyes shot open, too scared to move my head around the room at first, and saw nothing. The pressure seemed to dissipate once I looked around the room.
Weird. And very scary sensation. Something I’ve never experienced before.
I’m going to TRY and get some sleep now. Hopefully.
July 30, 2015
I woke up super late this morning. I never sleep in this long, I must have needed the sleep.
Anyway, VERY strange things happened this morning.
I woke up to what felt like someone pushing me in the back. Needless to say, it woke me up. After glancing around the room and seeing no one around, I made my way downstairs.
I was telling mom about what happened, when I noticed she was looking at me like I had 5 heads. I asked her what was wrong, and her response was, “Were you up really early this morning? Around 6?”. Of course I hadn’t been. I slept for what seemed like an eternity. I asked her why she would ask that, and she said, “Because I heard very heavy footsteps coming from your room around that time this morning. I thought it was you, but apparently not.”
W-H-A-T?! Someone is moving around my room at an ungodly hour?
I have to process this.
August 2, 2015
It happened again. The feeling of intense pressure. Same thing happened as last time. I had just turned off my light and started to get comfortable when it felt like the air got heavy. My eyes popped open, to see nothing of course. I can’t help but wonder why this is happening.
August 15, 2015
To keep this journal updated (since I don’t update regularly), the only thing that’s happened the last couple of weeks has been the change in pressure in my room at night. Its become a common occurrence now.
Tonight, though, something very scary happened.
Joey (my brother) has come to visit us, and is sleeping on an air mattress on the floor of my bedroom. After I shut the light off, that ‘heavy air’ feeling started happening. I opened my eyes and began looking around the room. As usual, I saw nothing. However, just moments later my doorknob started turning back and forth fiercely.
This is where I should mention that I’m pretty sure I have the original door and doorknob to my room that was built with the house. Old and wooden. The doorknob serves no purpose, as it doesn’t actually open the door. All I have to do is push the door with my hand to open it, since the doorknob doesn’t latch.
My door never actually opened while the doorknob was creating SO much noise turning back and forth. This lasted about 10 – 15 terrifying seconds. After it happened, I woke Joey up and asked if he heard that. He was passed out and didn’t hear a thing. I know what I heard, though. That was unmistakable.
I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight. So much for having another person sleeping in my room with me to make me feel safe. Ugh.
August 21, 2015
After what happened last time, I told mom about it. She seemed shocked, obviously. What’s weird is that other than the time my mom heard footsteps in my room, she hasn’t experienced anything. Since things seem to happen late at night, I can only assume that because she falls asleep early (and hard), it prevents her from experiencing the same things I do. Or maybe I’m being targeted? I sound like a crazy person. I’m just trying to rationalize why it’s happening to me and no one else.
Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling things. More specifically, I’ve been feeling what seems to be a hand on the back right side of my head. It feels like goosebumps, in a contained area, in the shape of a hand. It’s happened quite a bit lately, and it’s always on that specific spot on my head. It doesn’t feel threatening or scary. It’s as if someone is coming up behind me and gently placing their hand on my head. I’ll admit – it’s a bit comforting to think that if there is a spirit in this house, that it’s being kind enough to comfort me like that.
September 21, 2015
Since it’s been a month, I figured I’d give a quick update.
Other than the pressure and feelings of a presence at night, along with the tingling hand on the back of my head (which have both become a normal occurrence now), nothing much has happened. The light in my bedroom has started to turn itself on and off at night. At first, it creeped me out. But now I almost expect it. Thankfully my light is on the nightstand next to my bed, so I just turn over and shut it off (or on) when it happens.
I’ll be honest, I’m relieved that nothing crazy has happened lately. Makes all the other occurrences seem insignificant compared to what I’ve experienced before.
November 4, 2015
Just when I think things are beginning to settle down – something happens.
Joey is visiting again. He is, again, sleeping on an air mattress in my room. I just awoke to light knocking on my door. I’m laying in bed, listening to it now. This is the first time I’ve written while something has happened. It seems that the knocks come in sets of 3. Three knocks, then a short break, three more knocks, short break, etc. It isn’t loud, by any means, but enough to make me wake up from sleeping. Let’s see how long this lasts.
It stopped. That felt like an eternity. How does everyone sleep through this?! Could I possibly be going crazy? I don’t feel like I am – but maybe crazy people don’t realize when they start going insane?
This is too much to think about right now. I’m going back to sleep.
November 5, 2015
I just woke up and came downstairs to talk to mom about what happened, when she started telling me about knocking that she heard last night. AHA – so I’m not going crazy! What a relief.
So anyway, I asked her about it. She said, “It woke me up around 2:30, but it wasn’t very loud. I thought it was you at my door so I told you to go away. When it kept on, I got out of bed and opened my door, but no one was there. That’s when it stopped.”
It seems as though no matter what, when something ‘new’ happens I’m always on edge. It’s very disconcerting.
December 1, 2015
The lady that comes to clean our house was here today. Mom was telling her about the ‘visitor’ we’ve been getting. Basically, we have a mouse that’s been running around our ceiling, making all sorts of skittering noises. It goes without saying that the things I’ve heard and felt are much more prominent than a little mouse running around.
The ladies face dropped after mentioning our ‘visitor’. Mom asked what was wrong, and the lady asked her “What visitor?”, to which my mom explained the mouse situation. The woman’s face seemed to instantly lift, and she sighed a breath of relief. Mom and I were really confused, and asked her what she thought we meant. She responded, “Well, I’ve been living around here since I was born, and rumor has it that this place is haunted. The man who lived here before you would always tell everyone what was happening.”
Instantly, mom and I looked at eachother but didn’t say anything more to her. After she left, mom looked at me and said, “That’s the weirdest thing! Explains a LOT!”
At this point, I don’t have any doubts that our house has a spirit in it. Although, hearing it from someone else brings its own set of fears. Who knows what this thing is capable of? While there have been situations where I’ve been scared, it hasn’t felt particularly threatening. I don’t feel scared for my life or anything.
Occurrences have been happening further apart. Makes me wonder if the spirit is warming up to us? I don’t know much about this stuff, perhaps I’ll research it.
December 28, 2015
My insomnia has decided to make an appearance. Which seems convenient considering what just happened.
Mom is sleeping on the couch while I’m reading through various articles, trying to get myself tired. The dogs are sleeping with mom. It’s dead quiet in the house. Out of no where, I hear a woman coughing upstairs. It sounded a lot like my mom when she coughs, but obviously it can’t be her, considering I’m looking right at her sleeping. After I heard the cough, my head turned slightly towards the staircase, straining to hear if something else happens.
This time, I know for sure I’m not the only one hearing it because one of our dogs wakes up (out of a dead sleep) with ears perked and staring directly at the staircase, as though he heard it too.
I haven’t heard anything else after that cough. I find it strange that this time, I actually heard the spirit itself and not the noises it was making.
I’ve decided to do a little research on spirits, and everything I’ve experienced (the heaviness in my bedroom at night, the feeling of being watched, the hand on my head) are all signs of a spirit. I knew this already, but the research I’ve done confirmed it.
I think the next time I feel the presence in my room, I’ll tell it that it startles me when it comes to me at night and ask if it could please not do that anymore. I’m actually looking forward to seeing if it works. I’ve never experienced a spirit before, let alone reached out to one. I’m nervous.