November 2010, I'm nearly 7 months pregnant and looking to move out of my parents house. My mothers best friend tells us that her brother in law has a house for rent right outside of town. I thought, perfect.
Now I have always lived in farm town, but I have also always lived in the middle of town where the houses are no more than 20ft apart. So pulling up to this house basically in the middle of a field with no street lights and an old farmer for a neighbor was already giving me the heebie jeebies. The landlord pulls in and we get out of the car and start making our way to the house when I see the oldest homeade wheelchair ramp ever. Of course I question the ramp. The landlord tells me that his brother owned the house before, and his wife had lupus so he had made the house wheelchair accessible. I thought nothing of it signed the lease with plans to move in after Christmas.
December 27th... Move in day. Moving in went smoothly with a few random small noises and the sound of my mother saying "its that lady."
It took me about a week to work up the nerve to actually stay the night in the house by myself. The first night I stayed there I was parked on the couch watching tv when I noticed the security light on the garage had popped on. Staring out the kitchen window from the couch contemplating if someone was out there or if it was just an animal I hear the sound of pitter patter coming from the loft above me. I quick turn the tv down and then hear nothing. Not wanting to leave the light of the tv I put the covers over my head and force myself to sleep waking up randomly in the middle of the night to my dog barking as if someone was there.
The next night my boyfriend had stayed with me. I told him the house creeped me out when I was alone but didn't tell him about my experience the previous night. That week him and his brother moved in with me. His brother was off work for the season and was home alone during the day while we went to work. He kept telling us that he could hear what sounded like someone walking around or moving things in the loft. The loft was empty.
I always tried not to freak myself out thinking about it until one night after our daughter was born my boyfriend and I were woke up to our bed frame smacking against the wall. He held onto the frame and it continued to shake and hit the wall. When it stopped we were so out of it we just said wtf and fell back to sleep. The next morning I asked him if he remembered and he said he thought it was a dream. I don't know what the chances are that we had the same dream but it was better to believe that than to scare myself. We bought a new bed shortly after that and when we moved the old bed frame away from the wall there was a big mark on the wall where he had been holding it trying to get it to stop shaking that night. Since that night a few strange sounds were heard and the rack in our closet had fallen in the middle of the night as well. I called my landlord and he reassured us that the woman hadn't died in the house, and she was also one of the nicest ladies he had ever met.
In July my grandfather passed away. I had made him a Build A Bear which was given to me for my daughter in memory of her great grandpa. 2 weeks ago my daughter was being fussy and not wanting to go to sleep when I brought her into her bedroom to rock her in the dark. I grabbed the bear and told her that grandpa was going to help her go to sleep. Not even 5 seconds had passed after I said that and her touch lamp on her dresser, 10 feet away, came on and she started smiling. I didn't know if I should be scared or cry or be happy, but I just said "hi grandpa" and continued to rock her to sleep.
Just last night my boyfriend's brother came home and started telling me about his day. He got up and walked to the glass storm door and stood there talking and told me he had to get a rug out of his truck. As we're talking the dog starts barking and we both hear foot steps coming up the ramp. I say "whos here A.J.?" He stares out the door with a blank look on his face and shakes his head and says "nobody." The dog is still going crazy as if there's someone there. Today my boyfriend tells me his brother text him and said he saw a shadow when he heard the footsteps, but didn't want to freak me out. The look on his face tells me he's not lying.
Would the same person that's upstairs be outside as well? Do they have the ability to move things like our bed? And what happens if I get rid of the ramp? If it's the lady is she going to do more than shake my bed?