This story is about the third warning I had received from my warning entity. If you have read my other stories you will know I believe I am somewhat psychic, I have had encounters with entities since I was 21 years old, always in the form of sounds, manipulation of electronics, things going missing and then reappearing in different places and dreams that come true. They happen anywhere, not just my home. My first two warnings took place over 20 years ago, this next one, last year.
I live with my teen son in an A frame home built into a hillside above a woodsy road. I have a wonderful view of the water from every room except the bathroom and back bedroom. The home was built in the 60's, the layout begins with the high ceiling "A" part of the home, which is the living room, the front door opens directly into it. To get to the front door you have to go up a series of steps that climb up the hillside, from our driveway. On the other side of the living room is the galley kitchen with a Dutch door opening directly onto the deck, the bedroom, the bathroom and another bedroom. The only other exit from the home is off the deck, on the far end of the home. There are small stairs leading off the deck which leads to a small side yard, my neighbor's property fence and a stairway leading down to under the house length deck. You would exit this yard and find yourself back on the driveway.
I was in the living room during the day, reading a book. My son was in school. I heard a plink sound in the kitchen, like metal on tile. It was loud. I went into the kitchen and in the middle of the tile floor was a key. I immediately looked at the light switch next to the door because that is where this key came from. I was forever losing keys and decided not to lose the key to the back door AGAIN so I taped it with duck tape to the light switch next to the door. How the heck did this key get out of the duck tape? The top of the tape was open; there was a small pouch where the key had been. I put the key back in the duck tape, sealed it shut and smoothed the tape down so you could see the outline of the key perfectly. When my son got home I told him all about it.
A week later, my son and I were in the living room reading. We both heard a plink, plink in the kitchen, metal on tile again! We both got up and looked on the floor and there it was again, the same key and the top of the tape was open! Since I'm open with my son about things that go on around me he wasn't scared but agreed with me that someone was trying to tell me something and I had to figure it out. I decided I was being told to lock my back door, something I never do because of the way the house is situated. I also locked my bedroom sliding door and then put the key under the counter on a nail.
One week later the cable guy came out to fix my cable. He had to get to where the cable entered the house, so I directed him to the end of the deck next to the stairs. He worked for about 10 minutes then came in and said, "What happened to your stairs"? Since it was winter and I never used the back steps until spring, I didn't know what he was talking about so I went and looked. Four of the five steps were broken! After the cable guy left I went back to the steps and looked at them carefully. Due to insect damage, they had broken away from the side support; someone must have gotten really hurt when they broke! But who broke them?
A couple of days later, after asking everyone I know if they had been to my house and up the stairs I was still stumped. The breakage bent nails so the weight must have been significant, it was not my cats, not the raccoons that came up the stairs at night. The fall would have been extremely painful as the body fell through the upper stairs. All of a sudden I remembered a night where a loud bang noise outside woke me up out of a sound sleep. My bed was against the wall where the stairs where attached! This noise happened only a few days after I locked the doors and re hung the key. I knew instantly the key incident was a warning of what was to come, someone was going to try and enter my home at night and I had to lock my doors!
I was thankful for the warning and for the first time ever, was thankful for the carpenter ants that plague us hillsiders. I now lock my doors at all times, always trust my instincts and am aware of signs around me. I must say, my entity is no longer an entity, it's a guardian. The key has not moved again.