I am writing to share with you my experience since moving into a very large house in the Lower Garden District in New Orleans, LA.
The house I live in was built in 1895 and looks like something straight out of an Anne Rice novel. It has two large galleries that are punctuated by eight large gallery windows and is accented by traditional New Orleans wrought iron. I live in what used to be a double parlor at the bottom left side of the building, which now is divided into 15 individual apartment units.
I moved in two weeks ago and everything seemed fine and dandy until my little sister told me she felt a presence in my bathroom. I know she is sensitive to these things so I believed her and even expected activity. What happened within the next week still leaves me extremely puzzled and distressed.
The second night I was in my apartment, I was awaked at 3am (Devil's hour or Witching hour, if you will) to the sound of extremely heavy (leaden, even) feet shuffling in the hallway outside my door. I listened intently as the footsteps slowly made their way from the back of the hallway to my front door. There, the footsteps stopped without leaving through the main door (four tenets share a hallway) or going up the stairs. They simply disappeared. I was terrified and looked under my door but nothing was there. I tried to fall back asleep, but I felt lightheaded and I could feel something touching me and causing my hair to stand up. That was the first night I lost a good amount of sleep.
A few nights later, my friend came from out of town to pay be a visit for the weekend. The first night she was there, I dreamed that there was a yellowish opaque figure next to my bed. I awoke from that dream to hear distinct footsteps in my bedroom only to wake up again to the actual sound of footsteps in that same place! I have never heard my neighbors upstairs and I knew that whatever it was, was coming from my apartment. Even after wrapping my brain around this, I was somehow miraculously able to fall back asleep.
The next night was when things began to get very strange. According to my friend, I had fallen asleep around 1:30 and was snoring loudly for about thirty minutes when I simply got out of bed and walked out of my apartment. My friend is an insomniac, so she only saw me leave out of the corner of her eye while playing on my computer. She assumed I went out to get something out of my car and when I did not return after ten minutes, she opened the window to see where I was. There, she saw me standing naked just staring at the front of the house. She immediately ran outside to get me, only to have me stare at my front porch and ask "What is this? Why don't I have access to this?" I was motioning to the double veranda which, according to one of my friends who worked on that house five years ago, was a post-Katrina renovation (I learned of this two nights ago). My friend "P" did not know what to say and ushered me in after collecting the clothes I had ripped off while outside.
Once I got back inside, I immediately walked to the bathroom and stayed in there for thirty minutes without making a sound. P said that I came back out and immediately went to my dresser where I started to explore its contents, holding each piece up for inspection. While I was going through my things, I began to berate her when she asked if she had done anything wrong. I told her that not all things were about her, and told her that I knew the big picture. I called her selfish and demanded that she not say anything about this incident to me in the morning. I made her promise that she would not say anything to myself and to others about me walking around my house in nothing more than my birthday suit. After I was done berating her, I passed out on my bed and began snoring.
I have no recollection of this event and my friend was truly distressed about the incident and waited until the end of the next day to bring it up. I am never mean to my friends, nor do I have a history of sleep walking. My thoughts immediately went to possession, but I am wary to diagnose the cause so soon. Since that incident, I have witnessed two orbs in my house, have smelled a strong perfume sent in my bathroom when there are no vents and I do not wear scents, and my two cats will randomly wail at dark rooms. I have not slept in a week and I am at my wits end.
Just last night, I decided to acknowledge its existence and even offer it some libations. That seemed to cool the energy but once again at 3am, I was awakened to sounds in the hallway followed by that lightheaded/skin raising feeling I get. I lost a lot of sleep, especially when the window rapping began. I looked but I could find no source for such noise. I ask you now for your help in this. I love this house, but I need my rest! Also, I need to not be walking around my house in the middle of the night.
Thank You All.