I am 18 and still living with my mom until I finish college. A few years ago my Mom met a man and they are going to be married in July. A few weeks ago we started moving in with him. Immediately we noticed small things in his home that were a little bizarre. My friend that is living with us lost her car keys, which happens all the time but they usually turn up before long. It's been almost a month and she still hasn't found them. A few days later, I lost my cell phone and called my number to find it. It was in the top drawer of my dresser. I had never even opened that drawer so it was unusual.
My friend, Lindsay and I always watch ghost hunting shows because the paranormal interests us. So it wasn't long before we began joking there was a ghost in the house that was hiding our things. One day, maybe two weeks after beginning the move, we were sitting with my mom while she was washing dishes. She turned on the garbage disposal and it made a weird noise. So she turned it off and reached in to find a pair of keys belonging to another one of my friends, Grant, who had been by the day before. Lindsay and I looked at each other and told her our theory that a ghost was hiding our things. We all chuckled a little about this and decided to name the ghost. Immediately after questioning what we should name him, Mom blurted out Rodney. This was strange because she is extremely detail oriented and over thinks everything. Nevertheless, Rodney it was.
Since then I have begun to believe even more every day that our house is haunted. Last week we began officially living here. I spend my nights sitting in the living room with Lindsay on my laptop or watching TV. I've been noticing shadows out of the corner of my eye moving up and down the hallway while laying on our couch. However, when I look directly toward them, they vanish. For awhile I dismissed this as my imagination, which it could be, I'm not sure.
Up until last night, everything could have been joked about or dismissed as my imagination, but I am now fully convinced a spirit is in our home. I fell asleep around eight on the futon in my room. I usually went to bed at two in the morning but I was tired from the busy day. At about three thirty in the morning I awoke, laying on my side and facing the back of the couch, to a tingling down my left side.
The hair on my skin stood up and a few moments later, there was a very intense pressure on the left side of my head. It didn't feel like a hand, but it did feel like some sort of dense energy trying to turn my head toward it. I haven't had much experience with spirits so I decided to ignore this. It went on for maybe ten minutes and then was suddenly gone.
However, the tingling sensation was still there and I could hear noises in my room. It sounded like somebody was shuffling around. Papers were shifting and there was a light thud on my desk. Then at few minutes until four, it was gone. There was no sensation, my body relaxed, and the sounds subsided.
Until last night, I never really believed in Rodney, but I don't know what to do now that his presence is known. Should I reach out to him, continue ignoring him, or just tell him to leave me alone?