The house we currently live in has never felt like home. We started looking for a new house in March. We found an amazing house and will be moving as soon as the ink is dry.
In the meantime, however, we are still here. And the house seems angry at us.
About two weeks ago I was packing some out of season clothes. Brad wasn't home, just me and the beasties here. As I was folding up clothes, I heard a male voice ask "you moving?" I told myself it as just the cat meowing, and my mind looking for words in her meows.
That night I had a nightmare. I kicked the thing in my nightmare, and kicked for real, hard enough that I hurt my knee and woke myself and Brad up. After we settled back in, something yanked the comforter off the bed and tossed it across the top of the cat carrier by my dresser, maybe 3 feet. Brad grabbed the cover and put it back on the bed.
Two nights later, as we were trying to go to sleep, Brad asked me what I had said. I told him nothing, go to sleep. He insisted that I had said something. I thought maybe it was just one of the new residuals the house has recorded. There is a residual of my voice in the bedroom now. I explained that to Brad, that the new residual was maybe what he'd heard. He told me "Not your normal voice. Your voice now. All raspy." I had a cold at the time, and sounded a lot like Marge Simpson's sisters. It was kind of strange that something was speaking in my sick voice.
This next bit, I will have to explain something that happened back in February in order to explain why this is even frightening.
One evening in February, Brad had gone out to feed the dogs. While he was outside, he noticed movement outside the fence. He looked up, and saw a black figure watching him. This figure then made a loud wail, something between a howl and a scream, and turned and ran for the woods. Brad describes the movement as more of a glide than a run. He came back inside, and immediately started asking me what the requirements would be for a banshee visitation. Reasonable question after experiencing that, although I doubt it was a banshee. Ok, there's the backstory.
The night after Brad heard my raspy voice speaking, I was in bed dozing off. Brad was beside me playing Playstation. I heard a horrible sound outside, a cross between a scream and a howl, and sat straight up. I wasn't sure if I had really heard it, or if it was just another nightmare. I asked Brad if he'd heard it, when the sound happened again, farther away. He told me that was the same sound he'd heard that night he had the experience with the black figure. We heard the scream again, again further away.
If it wasn't that figure in February, I would happily write off that scream as a bobcat, I've seen their tracks in our woods. Maybe a bobcat is all it was this time, we weren't outside to see it. After some of the other things going on, I'm finding myself easily rattled.