I'm not for sure where to start but here we go. I was 24 years old making good money living in an apartment in Denton Texas, when I decided that I was going to start looking into buying a house. I had looked for a couple weeks when I ran across new homes being built. I set up a time to meet and ended up buying a three bedroom home weeks later, took two months for it to be built. I moved in with my daughter, my girlfriend that I had been dating, and her son. The house was wonderful. Well, "was" is the key word.
About 2 months after moving in I started having this strange feeling that someone was watching me from time to time. It would almost feel like I had someone almost riding my back. I get up early in the morning so 4 am cones early. I would get up, take my morning shower, get dressed and walk down the hall to the kitchen. I would go to fix a sandwich or two for work and I would go to get the bread when I noticed it wasn't where I usually kept it but at the edge of the counter. The first couple times I didn't really get concerned with it as I just thought one of us had not put it away.
I then would reach over, turn the light out and head out the door. That's when I noticed for the first time that I wasn't alone. I felt and heard Someone or something walking with me toward the door. I hurried and turned around, to only see that I was the only one there.
This went on every morning same way: turn out the light head to the door and there it was.
One day after I got off work I came home unlocked the door and immediately had this feeling like someone was in the house. I walked in, looked around but nothing. I walked back through the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. The bread that I had put up in the corner of the counter was sitting there on the edge of the counter. I watched it for a few moments as if maybe it was alive or something. So I decided I would call my girlfriend and ask if she had moved it and just didn't put it back. She said no, she didn't fix anything before she left. Crazy I said to myself. This continued to happen the entire time I lived in the house.
I have many more stories to tell about my house considering I lived there almost three years. If you want to hear more just let me know. It gets a little more interesting as the months and years go on.