This story takes place when my oldest daughter Dynasty was roughly 1 1/2 to 2 years old. We had been living in our new house for about 6 months to a year. The house was haunted and we knew it shortly after we bought it. We always seemed to end up in haunted places. It was creepy being alone at night because this feeling would go over the house and fear would rise up in you. I would hear walking on the walls and in the attic. This is not the kind of attic you can walk around in either. There were several eery things in that/this house. But one in particular scared me so much. Mike.
After being there for a while I started to feel an entity in the halway by the first door in the halway. It was easily 6 feet tall and 3 1/2 feet wide. (Think Bluto in Pop Eye) Almost everytime I walked through the halway I would feel something to my left (where the door is) right next to me. I would feel the heat come off of him. Like when you are standing right next to a person and you can feel their body heat. I would feel his intense and uncomfortable gaze on me, and sometimes I would feel his breath. I would find myself walking around him. He would put off this image being between 30s to sometimes early 50s. I never got a solid read on him because the "age" of him seemed to vary within an instant. This would go on for months.
Soon I started to get the impression of a name. It kept popping into my mind. Mike. Mike. When I would pass him. Mike. Mike. I began to call him by his name. It fit. And it fit right. I would say his name becasue even though he scared me nothing truely bad ever happened. He just gave me the heebie geebies!
He would become more active. He started blipping from one side of me to the other as I walked around making me feel like a hamster in one of those tight tubes that bring them from one cage into another. He always leared at me. After awhile he started to touch. Becoming more solid. When I would pass in the hall I would feel like I walked through warm jello. Like an energy wall built up. Tingling here and there through out the house as he decided he didn't need to stay there. He would start to lean over me as I went to bed. I could feel him right over my face as I tried to sleep. It took me hours to fall asleep! I would see a blacker than black mass in the darkness of my room every night. It was him. I guess he thought it was fun.
I could feel his smile as he made me uncomfortable. He became sinister. I never saw him with my 2 eyes but I did see him. He was a hulking man. Attractive except for the horrible energy he put off. The more scared I got the worse he became (of course). I am not sure how long things had gone on before things built up to their worst. One night when my husband was at work working a double (until 2 in the morning), he decided to really let me have it.
It started during the day. I would walk through the house doing my thing. Chores, playing with Dynasty and he would be every where not leaving me alone. He even scared Dynasty! He moved a toy, he kept touching my hair and my back. Dynasty would say she saw a man in her room at night. And that she saw one in her room now, while we were playing. She was afraid and a little off a lot of that day. We started to hear bangs that were not the usually ghost bangs. (WE had more than one ghost but Mike emitted his own energy. You knew he was there.)
Loud pops, a few cabinits would be open. I would find a plate on the floor that was up on the counter. I would hear someone in the bathroom. It was like omni Mike! He was ever present and making sure we knew it! It was as if he expanded himself and we were stuck in a horrible ball of Mike. I would yell at him and tell him to stop. Literally shaking scared. I would just tell Dynasty I was cold when I shook and told her that I was yelling at the ghost. She knew about them already so I saw no point in hiding it from her. (I am raising her to know about them so that she will know how to deal with it.)
His outburst would continue through the day scaring us both. Bed time came around for Dynasty and he decided to make a lot of noise. I got Dynasty to sleep somehow in her bed. And went to retreat in my room. Trying to feel safe in my lamp light. The feeling of being stared at would not cease and all of a sudden I worried about Dynasty. Mike had been acting up so badly lately I could not in good conscience leave my toddler in her room alone. It felt safer to bring her into my room where I could keep an eye on her. So I picked her up, sleeping, and brought her into my room and laid her in bed with me.
I tried to read but couldn't shake the hostle feeling. I tried to sleep and started to doze but Mike started to hit the bed. Bang Bang! The bed shook violently like someone just plopped onto the bed hard! I told him to stop but he didn't. I felt him laugh. I started to doze and then the bed shook violently! Every single time I started to fall asleep the bed would shake violently! I could tell he enjoyed it. The jerk.
He kept waking up Dynasty. He kept waking me. So around 1:30am I was at the end of my rope. I was tired and I was scared and I was fed up! I told him to f*ck off! I started fuming and putting out some energy of my own! I was so upset I wasn't scared of him anymore. This was the first time in 22 years that I was able to stand up to a haunt. I ignored any further attack from him.
After that night I would refuse to acknowledge him. I wouldn't say his name and I refused to the best of my ablility to be frightened by him. It took about a month before I felt he was no longer in the house directly but I could feel his lingering energy. We saged the house and used Florida water (holy water) on everything. We yelled out the ground rules every single time we even thought there was the possibility of him or any other ill intending haunt in or around our home. It took around 2 years before I felt comfortalbe saying his name again. I still try not to say it in my house or on my property because it seems he might still pop up since he seems to be listening in at times. Every month we sage the house, lay salt when need be and never even leave it to chance if something doesn't feel right.
We still have ghosts in our home. We are pretty sure our home is much like a hotel. They stop sometimes along their journey and drop in. We know that not all haunts are like Mike, but he was the worst yet. We have had the smoking man in our house. A little girl with a white high collar dress and a blue ribbon who would just read in our library. So we would leave her candies until she was ready to leave. We have had so many spirits and experiences that I cannot count them all.
So my advice for most people when they expereince something like this. Lay ground rules. Get fed up with it! Get past being scared and take your space back! It will take a while to make something this strong and forcefull to leave. But keep at it! You WILL win!