This experience occurred between March 2010 and March 2011, in Fort Worth, TX. My husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were looking for a place close to campus where I worked and he attended classes. He was going through a rough time in graduate school (Physician Assistant program) because he was having a hard time getting his blood sugar under control (he's a type I diabetic). I believe this set the stage for what happened in this house we moved into.
It was a nice, middle class neighborhood, circa 1950's. The owner was working in Oklahoma and needed a boarder to take over the rent while she was away. She was renting an apartment in addition to still paying on her house, so the financial burden was too much. She had previously had a friend staying there, but that only lasted a month; the friend bolted without paying the agreed amount and no evidence she intended to. The situation, though not perfect, seemed to meet our needs as far as relative proximity to the campus and rental payments ($450.00/mo). Even though my husband's personality and her's did not seem to fit well, we didn't think she'd have the inclination to drive back to Texas often enough to pester us. We were wrong.
Right after we had moved my husband into the house he needed to go home to San Antonio and take care of a few things and was gone for about three days. I stayed at the house to help him unpack and set up his kitchen (since I'd be the one cooking!) and bathroom. I was alone but I didn't really feel anything but the pressure to be extra careful since the owner's belongings were still all over the house.
The first day of being alone in the house, I arrived home from work, and saw a black mist move from the owner's bedroom at the left of the entrance hallway, to the right which led into the kitchen. My immediate reasoning was that a car had cast a shadow on the back wall since there was still some daylight left, but I couldn't dismiss another impression that it was the spirit of an older female, very attached to the owner-possibly her deceased mother (no, the owner never said anything about that to me or my husband at the time). It felt very protective of the house. So I walked in, took a deep breath, and confronted the presence. I told it that we weren't going to damage the house; that we were responsible people and that we weren't going to go anywhere. I also told it to stay in the bedroom it came from and not to bother me.
That night as I was unpacking pots and pans, I stopped to relax and make some dinner. The security alarm was on the wall of the kitchen that had a door going out into the garage. The red light was on, but it never went off, so I didn't pay any attention to it. Then the alarm started alarming as if someone or something was tripping it. I went over to it and followed the instructions on the box to mute it. It kept going off. After a while I sent my husband a text to find out how to reset the alarm. I came to find out that the alarm wasn't really activated. It was at one time, but the owner didn't want to pay for it and so she just had a box that looked like it was activated and made the sound whenever someone passed the motion detector in the living room. But I wasn't in the living room or anywhere near it. The reset code she had given him didn't work, either. It just continued to alarm about every ten minutes. Finally, it just quit on its own when I retired for the night. I slept with the lights on. I wasn't comfortable in that house.
As I would sit in the living room in the evenings I was alone, I kept getting impressions. I knew there was a lot of sorrow experienced in that house. I also knew that the owner's negative attitude had attracted things that liked the environment and wanted to stay, even though she wasn't actually there. One of her friends called me to ask if I was doing ok and I told her I wasn't comfortable there. She told me that the house had a lot of memories, but that was it. She didn't expound. I thought she might have referred to the pain that went on in the house.
When my husband came home the activity really increased, especially if he said something negative about the owner while in the house. We would hear footsteps in the kitchen at night, things moving around in the living room, pictures constantly fell off the walls, the water faucet in the owner's bathroom (not in the master bedroom but right outside of it) turned on full blast on more than one occasion, and we had cabinet doors slam shut, as well as pounding on the foot of our bed on some nights (not shaking-actual strikes). My husband wasn't a believer in ghosts, but it was hard to deny something paranormal was happening.
The first time the owner came home for the weekend, I brought up that there was a ghost in the house. I described to her that it felt like the spirit of an elderly woman and that she was very attached to the owner. The owner then said that she was aware of it. She'd had investigators come and try to communicate with it, and they too said the most powerful energy was coming from the owner's bedroom. The owner's grandmother, who actually raised the owner, had died in that room.
During the time that we stayed there, the relationship between my husband and the owner became more and more negative and finally he was released from the contract when she lost her job and had to move home. It wasn't a surprise that she'd lost her job; she was manipulative and insecure, and she thought everyone had to hop-to when she said to do something. Her own children hated her, according to her long-time neighbors. My husband and I fought so much during this time, it almost destroyed our relationship.
Just a word to the wise, if your gut tells you that you shouldn't enter a situation, even if it inconveniences you, listen to it. We had a bad feeling about the owner before we ever moved him in, but because it was hard to find somewhere else in a short period of time we overrode the feeling and lived to regret it. After we left the house nothing else has bothered us. I believe that my husband's tribulation at the time and the energy at work in the house combined to create the manifestations we saw. Since he's gotten his glucose under control and reduced his stress levels, we haven't had any more problems.