I transferred from my 3 bedroom duplex in Valdez, Alaska to a 3 bedroom apartment in Seward Alaska, October 2010.
Unbeknownst to me I was moving into a place that something was already living in. He was a nuisance.
I have hard wood floors and doors that are LOUD when opened and shut. In the middle of the night I would hear him go from one room to another; He would wear heavy boots to make it sound that much more intense. It almost became a ritual for me to wake up after these noises, just to make sure my front door was locked and that there was no one in my house scanning each room finding nothing amiss. When doing so I would sometimes smell his masculine scent drifting through the hallway.
It almost became a daily thing for him to hide something of mine and return it minutes later. Like my hair sticks I use for my hair bun. I would go exactly where I put it the night before and it would be gone. I would look for it furiously, walking around with my hand on my head I would finally ask my kid, "hey do you know where my hair stick is?" and majority of the time she would go back to where I looked first thing and she would find it.
At home by myself I would get negative feelings like someone was watching me but I wouldn't see anything. I would get used to it and shrug it off.
I was okay with it until he started messing with my food. I would be cooking lunch or dinner and once I was done heating up something I would turn the stove off and make sure there were no more red light stating that the stove was on and go do something else. Then about a couple of minutes later it would smell like something was burning. I would run to the stove and sure enough my meal would be toast.
After that I had my mother come over and bless the place for me.
She would usually get about a teaspoon of olive oil and bless it:
"Lord bless this oil and make it pure and holy unto you."
Then she would bless me and my daughter and put an oil cross on our foreheads and lay her hands on each of our heads and say:
"Lord bless my daughters and keep them pure and holy unto you. Write the truth on the tablets of their hearts. Shut all the negative doors in their lives. On their head place the helmet of salvation, gird their loins with truth, shod their feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace, on their chest place the breast plate of righteousness, in one hand place the shield of faith quenching all the fiery darts of evil, and in the other hand place the sword which is the word of God."
Then we would leave and my mother would pray over our apartment; my mom does better on blessing a place when there's no one there so she could be as loud as she wants without frightening us.
She would first open all the doors to the apartment and all the windows. Then she would take the oil and start at one end of the place to the other and put a small oil cross on it and say, "In the name of Jesus you are no longer able to use this as an entry way or exit. GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" and she would use her whole body and "shoo" the invisible out with her arms and hands. She would do it throughout the whole room including the closets and any place she thought the evil would hide. Leaving that room she would bless the door and say the same thing, "You are no longer able to use this door as an entry way or exit in the name of Jesus!" Then she would go to the next room and do the same thing. And finally when all the rooms are done she would go to the main entry way and bless the last door.
When I went home it looked a lot brighter everywhere. I wouldn't get the weird feeling that someone was always looking at me, my food no longer gets burnt and I don't wake up in the middle of the night from someone walking in my hallways and opening and closing the doors. I'm not scared anymore if I accidentally leave my front door unlocked during the night.
Thanks for reading my story and I hope this helps!