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I Will Never Be Truly Alone, Will I

 

To this day I find it very difficult to talk about what had happened in my apartment in Alabama. I didn't tell but a few close friends what was going on in my home because I was scared at how others would look at me or judge me. I was most of all scared what else would happen to myself and most importantly my 3 year old son, Austin.

I have always believed in ghosts. The afterlife has been a bit of a fascinating mystery to me. I heard stories growing up from family and friends of things they have heard or seen or experienced themselves. I used to want to experience it myself. I now have a completely different thought about it.

Back in November of 2008 I was finally getting my life back together. As a single mother, and both parents passed when I was only 14, things have been very hard for me. I was able to get an apartment with a H.U.D home in Calera, Alabama. A cute, clean, nice place. It was perfect for me and my growing son. Two bedrooms, one bath and fairly large living room, a small kitchen and a great pantry that was located in the hallway. Mine and my son's rooms were located side by side. I was very comfortable knowing I was right next to my son since he has shared a room with me since he was born. Things were looking so great for us. Great job, Austin was in daycare, great car for commuting. The apartment was like a dream for me.

About late November/early December, I started to notice things in my apartment change. The air was always cold, I was always tired. I thought it was because I was a single mother working so much and with the commute to and from work it tends to be a bit of a drainer.

One night I was sitting in my living room watching cartoons with my son. It was probably about 7 pm when I heard a loud noise come from my bathroom. It sounded like my shower curtain had fallen. I looked at Austin, he was just sitting on the floor watching his cartoons and I knew he hadn't gotten into anything, so I got up and went into the bathroom to see what had happened. When I got into my bathroom I look at the shower curtain and noticed something that kind of startled me. Since I was little I was accustomed to when I get out of the shower I always close the curtains. So when I saw what I had seen I was taken back. Half of my shower curtain was pulled out of the tub and you could see an indent of a little hand embedded in the curtain. I stopped and thought about it over and over again thinking maybe Austin did that earlier and I didn't notice... But I still could not explain the loud sound that I had heard. I decided just to ignore it and continue about my night.

Not a whole lot went on for a while in my house. Winter came and the house was almost always cold. Austin was adapting to our house very well. He was always playing in his room with all his toys. About Feb. 2009 my son was acting out and I had sent him to his room for time out. Within 5 minutes of Austin going into his room I was sitting on my couch and I heard Austin start to scream, crying hysterically out to me. I jumped off the couch and ran to my son's room where he was standing beside his bed and holding the side of his face. I sat on his bed and asked him what was wrong, just then my son Austin pointed over my left shoulder and said, "He hit me, Mom, the boy hit me." I turned my head and there was nothing there, so I said to Austin that there was nothing there. He yelled at me and said, "He's right there, Mom. The boy he hit me." I moved Austin's hand from the side of his face and right were he was holding his hand was a large red mark on my son's face. I was then aware of what I think I was going on in my home.

That night I was still rather shaken up with what had happened to my son so I decided to make him sleep in my room with me. At about 2-3am me and Austin were awoken by a loud punch through the wall coming from his room. I was so frightened at that point, then my son looked at me grabbed my hand and pointed at my bedroom door and said, "There's a man, Mom. There, Mom, the man!" I didn't know what to do or say I just turned on my light and held my son to calm him down until we drifted off to sleep.

Nothing else happened again for some time... Austin started playing by himself more and more often. He would gather toys that would be enough for 2 kids to play with. He would get 2 toy cars and place them in front of himself then get 2 more toy cars and place them across from him. Austin would just sit there and whisper things about his toys or how to play them right. He would always say that he was playing with the boy, I asked him what boy and he would point across from him and say that boy, he likes to play with me and my toys. I assumed Austin had an imaginary friend.

One night after a long week of work I was sitting on my couch and Austin was once again playing on the floor. He suddenly looked up at me and told me the boy he plays with was sitting next to me and told me not to be scared of the boy because he likes me. Austin got up off the floor and came over and whispered to me, "That man scares him, the man, Mom, don't like us." Then Austin just walked back over to the floor and continued to play with his toys.

Things in my home started to get worse from that point on. It was always cold in there. Austin no longer wanted to stay in his room. Austin said the boy was no longer a good boy. Almost every night Austin was waking me up between 2-3 am and crying that the man was at my bedroom door and he was mad. I never saw anything but I could always feel like something was always watching me. Nights I would stay at a friend's place across town, when we would come back home the following night we would walk in and my son would point from the front door, he would point down the hallway and say, "The boy is mad, Mom." I would click on the lights and nothing was there. I felt so uneasy in my own home. Lights started to break, new light bulbs would go out within an hour of putting them in, cold air would surround you, bangs came from Austin's room.

A few months go by and I started to just ignore what was going on in my home. Austin would still warn me if the man was at my door or if the boy was mad or not playing nice to him. So I decided to call a good friend of mine and tell her what was going on in my home. She has done some of her own studying about ghosts and haunting and paranormal things, that's why I decided to turn to her. She told me I should go into every room in my house and demand out loud that they were not welcome there and this is my home and they are to leave. She also instructed me to say that if they have any problems with that to go see her.

So a few nights later after I had built up the courage to do so, I went into every room in my house and said to leave my house they are not welcome there and go see my friend if they wanted to. I decided not to tell my friend when I was doing this simply I was embarrassed and scared and didn't really know what I was doing.

That night I felt rather great. Austin didn't wake up in the middle of the night to tell me about the man, the house felt comfortable again. The next morning I woke up to my phone ringing and ringing. I picked up and it was my friend on the phone, the one that gave me the instructions a few night ago. She was crying on the phone to the point I could not understand her. I calmed her down and asked her what was wrong... She said she had gone to the store and met up with her mother just a little while ago and her mother was driving in the vehicle in-front of her and called up my friend's cell phone and asked her who was that little boy sitting next to her in her van. My friend asked her mother what she was talking about and her mother told her that she was looking in her rear view mirror and that there was a little boy sitting next to her in her van. She looked next to her in the passenger seat and there was nothing there. She hung up on her mother and called me.

That's when I told her I did what she asked me to do last night. She just started to cry and said that I needed to get out of my house, that whatever was in my home was not a friendly thing, but something strong and powerful. She said she was feeling sick and cold, and frightened.

The rest of the day I stayed at a friend's house across town. I had work in the morning so I decided to stay the night. The next day on a Monday I had a great day, work was great, I was full of energy. Nothing that had happen in my house even crossed my mind. I picked up Austin from daycare early since my job let me out a few hours early. The drive home was nice. Bright sunny day, cool breeze, I felt full of energy. Austin also had a great day at daycare.

We pulled up to my apartment and I opened the front door, I was all of a sudden taken over with exhaustion. I felt so tired. I walked over to my couch and sat down and I fell asleep. I remember opening my eyes and seeing Austin sitting on the living room floor and watching cartoons. I felt so tired, it was hard to even lift my head and open my eyes to check on my son. I have never felt tired like that before. I remember laying there thinking I need to get up and take care of my son.

Apparently hours went by and I could see that the sun was gone it was dark and late. I was still drifting in and out of sleep. I started to hear my son talking down towards his room. I could hear him crying and saying no. His voice started to get closer to me. I tried so hard to move but was unable to. I was so tired and I could not figure out why. I was able to crack open my eyes and faintly seen my son standing in the hall pointing up crying saying, "Mom, wake up, Mom move!" I was unable to move at all and still could not open my eyes completely. Austin got closer and closer to me crying harder and louder pointing into the air yelling for me to move, to get up.

I felt Austin by my side and start to climb up on the couch by my head. He shook me crying and yelling for me to move. I just could not. I tried so hard to move. I was so scared and still could not see very well. Austin leaned into my face and screamed at me to MOVE! The next thing I knew I was being pushed into the couch. I felt something heavy just push on my side and push me into the couch. My body started to sink into the middle of the couch and I felt my breath leaving my lungs. The pain was horrible. Austin was screaming and crying for me to move. All of a sudden I was released and I shot up from the couch. Austin was partly standing on the couch crying hysterically. I didn't know what to do. I was so frightened I grabbed my son in my arms and grabbed my keys and bag and left my apartment.

As I got into my car and as I was pulling away I looked at my windows I could see I left the lights on and they just turned off by themselves. I went to my friend's house across town. I felt I could not get there fast enough. Austin was crying in the back seat the whole drive, I was scared, trying not to cry, trying to figure out what had just happened. What was I going to say to my friend for my showing up so late at there house like that? I didn't care, I was just glad to get out of my house and get my son away from there.

It was 2 weeks before I went back to my apartment. The minute I walked in, my son pointed at the hall way and once again said to me, Mom, the boy is mad." That's when I decided it was time to move. A few days later I was packed and moving myself and my son to a friend's house out of state. I hated that I had to start over again, I didn't want to leave my job, but whatever was in my house didn't want me there and was causing my son pain. I just had to get out and try to never look back!

I have been scared to talk about what had happened in that house. I was afraid that by talking about it might bring it back or cause so many more unwanted memories for me and my son. Austin is now a smart 9 year old boy and has no memory of what had happened in that apartment and I hope he never remembers. I was able to get a picture of something in my son's room, and most pictures I have taken in that house you could see things in the back-round of every picture of my son. A friend of mine offered to do an investigation on my apartment but I decided I didn't want to know what was in there or if anything had happened in there. I still to this day don't want to know. The memories are enough for me.

I also now know whatever was at my apartment will always be with me. Nothing bad as it was then, just the little things... Whispers, lights, voices, that strange feeling someone is watching you. Months go by then that sudden reminder... I'm not alone.

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wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-05-14)
And again, everything is quiet in my house. I did no cleansing or anything, but its been nice and silent here. Its nice but I can't help but wonder when something is going to make its presence known again. Maybe I will try and catch something this time with my camera or something...
Tweed (22 stories) (2040 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-04-22)
Wilson, cleansing is still a good idea and something worth considering.
If you're worried about cleansing away your passed over loved ones and/or guardians don't worry. Cleansing only keeps bad energies and ghosts away. It will actually help the good energies and ghosts thrive and help them to help you keep the bad stuff away from you, your family and your home. 😊
wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-04-22)
Thank you Hecate0. My kids are my world. They are what keeps me going! After what happened with my son, nothing like that will happen again, I won't allow it. This is my home and these are my kids, It will stay that way. The more love that grows for my kids, the more protected they are.
wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-04-22)
Thank you Rook, I appreciate that. But giving my past and situations, I tend to ponder over making the right decisions on how to go about things. I sometimes like (hope) that its my mother or father looking over me, but at times I know something else lingers down below (sort of speak), I know that whatever I do I need to make the right decisions and the right choices and have the right people around for these. I know the sooner I make a decision the sooner I can feel more comfortable. But for now, I observe and research and note things that happen, things I feel, things I see, and things I find. Last night was once another interesting night in my home, my
4 year old woke in the middle of the night crying and ran into my room telling me there was shadows in her room. Knowing what I know now, My daughter was safe with me the rest of the night, nor did I find the need to explore her room. Before bed I went through the whole house making sure all was locked up, un-forchanetly that included my large old farm style basement door. Nothing like having to go in there and feel like something is telling you to get out. I caught myself letting my fear get to me once again and hurried up my stairs and closing and locking the door behind me. I have definitely come to the conclusion that there is most definitely something in my basement that don't care for me to much, but pays no mind to my son Austin who is now 10. Ariel 4 gets uneasy down there every so often, but me... Its a rare time when I feel good down there in my basement. I'll figure it out, just want to make the right choices and decisions. Thanks Rook. Always nice to hear from someone else
Hecate0 (4 stories) (418 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-04-21)
WilsonAmanda, you are very, very brave. Your children are very lucky to have you as a mother.
rookdygin (24 stories) (4351 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-04-21)
wilson,

It sounds as if either your 6th sense is giving you a heads up OR there is a spirit watching over you. As far whatever may be causing your uneasy feelings have you considered a Cleansing to help push out negitive energy and replace it with positive?

There is one posted on my profile, feel free to try it and please ask any questions you may have. You should NEVER feel uncomfortable or uneasy in your own home, so if something is making you feel that way please consider using the Cleasning Method.

Respectfully,

Rook
wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-04-21)
There's so many nights I lay awake and can't help but feel something there, staring down at me while I law in my bed... So many time's I head off into my basement to start a load of laundry and something stops me, telling me "not right now", so many times I feel uncomfortable in my own house. When I get these feelings, I listen to my instinct. Weather it be to turn on a light, or to turn around and go back up the stairs or even to just leave my house for a bit, I DO IT.
Tweed (22 stories) (2040 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-04-03)
Wilsonamanda, thanks so much for getting back to us, really glad you did.

This experience has clearly made you a much wiser person, I guess that's one thing to be thankful for.

Your friend on the phone probably meant well but jeesh people can be idiots about these things. It doesn't help that it peaks curiosity either. Sometimes peoples misguided curiosity just gets in the way of a solution.

Regarding following your gut, could not agree more with you! Plus when you don't follow your gut and something frightening occurs I'm convinced they feed off the fear. Which gives them more control. Erugh, it's disgusting.

On a much, much, lighter note congrats on your new addition to the family! 😊
wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-04-03)
There were some other things that had happened in my apartment. There was this one time that I was on the phone with a close friend of mine and I was telling her what was happening in my house. So my friend told me to let her talk to Austin. My friend instructed him to go to his room and ask the boy his name, Austin handed me the phone and as he headed to his room she started to explain to me what she had told my son. Austin suddenly Screamed out loud and started to run towards me from him room. Austin was holding his arm crying in pain. I asked him what was wrong (friend on the phone was yelling at me asking me what had happened) and Austin showed me his arm and there was teeth marks on his arm and he said the man bit him! To me the teeth marks looked like a little boys mouth, but Austin insisted that the man did it. I calmed my son down and said to never ask for a name again, I wound up yelling at my friend on the phone telling her not to instruct my child to do something so reckless and careless. If I had known that that's what she told him, I would have never aloud it. She said that she thought that if we knew a name that maybe things would somehow get better. I explained to her that if it wanted us to know its name it would have found a way to tell us. I knew something evil was in the house with us, I just didn't want to know what. (This all happened about a month before the BIG couch incidence) 😨
wilsonamanda83 (1 stories) (6 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-04-02)
Thank you all for all your kind words. Me and my son Austin are doing so so much better. He still does not remember (for the best I think), and is doing great. I still know something is still with me, but I don't think it is the same things from my apartment. Lights still flicker here and there, whispers in my ear, doors slam shut, that gut-wrenching feeling your being watched, but nothing like it was then. We now live in West Virginia and have a beautiful country house and a small farm and now I have added to my family with a baby girl (who also sees things). But we are by far better off. What I have learned from this is basically to follow your GUT. If your gut is telling you not to go into a room, then don't go into that room. I tend to get this feeling that I should not go into my basement at that very moment, so I DON'T. May be silly to some but after everything my son and I went through, Id prefer to be a bit more cautious and respect my surrounding. Thanks so much every one... Also, my friend is good. She never had another experience after that... ❤ Also If you do have a child that is telling you things, please do yourself the favor and listen very closely to what they have to say, keep close eyes on them and most importantly, don't feel like you failed your child, you can't fight something you can't see! Be there, be strong, and make a plan. How do I handle this?, What is this?, Who can I talk to about this?, Ask for help!, Know that you really are not alone and there are definitely others out there. I'm always here, if I can help I sure will try to.
Sam222 (8 stories) (461 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-03-30)
Holy mother Hubbard, this seriously scared me just by reading it! Even though I've never seen him; I don't like that boy and that man either. This story has put a picture of the little boy in my mind that freaks me out. I'm glad you moved out of that place. Thank you for sharing your experience with us.
Jessicqqqq (5 stories) (56 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-03-27)
This is by far the best experience I've read on this site. I'm sorry you had to start over but I hope it was for the best. I'm glad your son doesn't remember either, probably best from him too.
Tweed (22 stories) (2040 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-03-27)
Wilsonamanda, I just want to hug you and your son.

Your story REALLY struck a chord with me as I am experiencing some very similar things right now and am actively getting rid of it. (seriously can't believe how similar your account is to mine, I'm very shocked right now)

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this story as it has confirmed for me that ignoring and succumbing to that extreme fatigue is the worst thing to do. My god I know what you mean about that.

I am so, so glad that you and your son are doing well now. Also I'm sorry you had to move out like that.

I would also like to know how your friend is going?

On the topic of sharing this experience, like you, I was afraid to open up about it. But recently opened up to some friends and have had an amazingly positive outcome. It's so important you don't feel alone. Because you aren't.:)
I'm an optimist and believe that whatever the heck was going on isn't forever. It simply can't be. You're not doomed for a life of torment. Also isolation is something they no doubt use to gain power. Don't let them have it. The fear of retaliation is, I think, exactly what they want - isolation. Don't let them have it.

I got the sense that the 'boy' spirit wasn't that bad BUT to heck with him. (a shame perhaps) Yet you can't have that man around you no matter what.

Take care of yourself and your son and thank you for sharing. You're not alone, but not because of this bad experience. Stay positive and don't bottle it in!
bluemer04 (1 stories) (58 posts)
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3 years ago (2015-03-26)
This is really intense. I am so sorry you have to leave your job and house and start all over again. I know that is very hard. But I am glad you and your son left and nothing serious happened, though the experience is very terrifying as well s the fear that has been brought to you. In one point of your life you will remember those things, no matter how hard you forget about those just be strong and always be prepared.

How are you and your son doing now? I hope you also found a great job and great house too.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
3 years ago (2015-03-26)
wilsonamanda83 - there are many thoughts going through my head about your experiences in that home, but right now the only thing I have time to ask is how is your friend? Is she still dealing with this situation or was she able to rid herself of it?

Sometimes learning what not to do at the expense of others is a very hard thing. No judgement at all, just feeling bad for all of you over this experience.
Griff84 (5 stories) (287 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-03-26)
Hi wilsonamanda83, welcome to YGS.

What an intense time you and your son had in that apartment, sounds like you made totally the correct choice in getting out of there as, as you said, things had started to escalate from your son just mentioning things, to it physically effecting you, although the attack on him was early on... It must have been horrible.

I have a three year old daughter, and she recently asked me where the blonde lady in my home was, and that was enough to put me on edge, so I can't imagine how you felt, especially when all you want to do is protect them.

I hope you have settled again in a nice home, and you are both doing well. Thanks for sharing 😊
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-03-26)
Amanda- Holy Cow that was intense! I am so glad you and your son left that place. It's something all together different when a child is harmed.

I understand your feelings of the fear of even talking about it. Some memories fade, however that feeling of fear comes rushing back when reminded about that time. I also understand not wanting to know the history of the house. I kind of went through the same thing.

Thank you for sharing. SO glad you and your son are doing better.

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