I am new here so I thought I'd share my story of when I was younger.
When I was 11 years old, my family and I moved to the small bay of plenty town of Kawerau. The house we rented there would of been built in the late 1980's. We were all excited about the prospect of moving into this house because for the time it was quite a new house.
The first day we moved in, we all noticed it had an empty/cold feeling, but didn't think much of it because everything was unpacked and, after all, it was our first day. The next day we collected our three very outgoing cats from the cattery and bought them home. These cats weren't strangers to moving into new houses as we had moved a lot. But as soon as we let the out of their cages, instead of exploring they all hid.
We just put this down to them being in the cattery until about a week had passed and they were still hiding. Then they started refusing food and became increasingly skittish. And in the case of one of the cats, aggressive.
A month after we had moved in, things started getting strange. My brothers and I started to feel the urge to run every time we were going back to the lounge from the bedrooms, and everybody stared to get stressed out and irritated with each other. We started to see a dark shadow moving along the hallway heading from the bedrooms to the living area of the house. My stepdad was so convinced there was someone in the house, he got up at night a few times with a cricket bat.
After about three months, we started experiencing electrical faults, appliances started to burn out, as well as light fittings. Along with this, my older brother started complaining that he was hearing whispering in his ears at night when he was trying to get to sleep.
My mum was startled awake one night by this whispering, as well, and when she opened her eyes she could see two kids whispering to each other at the end of her bed.
As the months went passed the feeling in the house became more and more strained, things started to get moved that belonged to other family members causing fights. Doors started to slam shut in our faces, and lights would be on when we came home after being out at night, again causing conflict. By this time, the cats would go out and stay out for days and would refuse to come in the house when they did come back.
Eventually my mum and stepdad got enough money together for a deposit on our own house and we moved out after being there 8 months. When we got to the new house, the cats returned to their positive outgoing selves and the whole family started to get along again as always.
After being in the new place for a couple of years, my mum ran into the property manager and asked how the old house was. The property manager said it was okay, but that she had problems keeping tenants for any longer than a few months.