If you had the opportunity to read about my previous story, then you know that my experiences with the paranormal began in 2005. With all that had taken place in at my Bentalou street address, you would have believed that I would be prepared for all of what was to come in our Fulton Avenue home.
I did not sense anything unusual about the house when I went to view it for the first time. In fact, it was love at first sight! You could not even compare this place to the house on Bentalou Street fairly. It is one of the rehabilitated row houses which is a part of the many projects going on here in Baltimore. It is a huge three story, two fireplaces, two and a half bath, and bedrooms large enough to make your own mini apartment. I was sold! The extra room made it easy to move in two more of my siblings so that we could split the $1800 a month rent. We set the moving date, and were all excited.
Unlike the house I moved from, I was very comfortable being in the huge place alone. The feelings of being watched were finally over. I also appreciated that my stackable washer and dryer was located outside of the second floor bathroom. No more going into the basement for me!
For the first few weeks, things seemed normal until Alaya (my oldest daughter) asked me matter of factly, "Ma, can ghost follow you?" I told her that I did not think so. (I was being a mother who did not want to scare her child... I had read that in some cases it is possible). I asked her why did she want to know, and she answered, "because I still see the man in the red shirt." Of course, this did not sit well with me. I then asked if she thought that she was only dreaming about him, but she was adament that she knew that she was not asleep. She went on to explain that he no longer talks to her, but only stands there in the dark staring at her. She also revealed that although she was not afraid of him before, she was becoming scared of his presence in the new house. I then asked if she still saw the little boy, but she had not.
After our conversation, Alays began to dread going to bed. It was often that I'd wake up beause she'd slid in bed with me. Seeing that she'd become so afraid, I knew that something had to have been going on. One night, instead of making more room for her, I turned on my light and decided to talk to her again about it. The first thing that I'd asked her was why would she be scared then when she had not been before. At first, she said that she just did not want to talk about it. After trying to urge her some more, she finally snapped and said, "If I tell you, something bad is going to happen! I don't want to about it!" Seeing her react this way, I decided to wait until the next day to bring it up again.
The next day, as I was cooking, I asked her the same question. She walked out of the kitchen. When she returned, she handed me a note that said, "I will tell you outside."
Immediately, I took her hand, and we were out the door. Once on the street corner, she told me that she does not think the man in the red shirt likes them anymore, especially Taylor (my youngest daughter). I asked if it was because he did not talk to her anymore, but she corrected me. She said that he did talk to her again, but he is always telling her to hurt Taylor while she was asleep. She added that the night she woke Taylor up to come with her to my room to sleep was because he said that if she did not hurt her, then he would. I became sick to my stomach. She went on to say that we could not talk about him in the house because he threatened to hurt her if she told anyone about him again. After throughly speaking with Alaya, I gathered that he would call Taylor many explicit names and attempted to convince Alaya that Taylor should not live. I was becoming sicker.
With this, I ended up with my children sharing the room with me like we had on Bentalou Street.
Two mornings after this conversation, it was safe to say that John, (my brother) was now the new target. Only, he did not see the man in the red shirt that Alaya had described. John said that just before getting ready for work, he was sitting on his bed watching the news. He said that out of nowhere, he saw a tall, black figure standing in the corner of his room. He said that it seemed to float a bit, and unlike his previous experience, he was able to not only run, but yell. Since this happened while he was home alone, he called our father to come pick him up. With this information, I decided to walk through the house and recite scriptures of the Bible that a friend referred to me. Things seemed to go away for a week. The kids returned to their rooms, and things were starting to feel normal again.
After a week or two, we would all began to notice things missing in the house, and we all had that glimpse of someone from the corner of our eyes, but the evil seemed to be gone. At least we thought so. I did not put any of the following together back then, but I am convinced that the house played a major role for what was to come. My sister, Lisa had just stopped drinking alcohol when she'd moved in with us. Slowly, she fell back into alcoholism which caused many fights and arguments in the house. So much so, that we ended up putting her out. It was too much for the kids to see. As the alcoholism came back, she would intentionally not pay her end of the bills. She would laugh and taunt us when the subject was brought up, and I mean, the laugh was really menancing. With bills having to be covered, it in turn turned us all against one another. My brothers, sisters, and I have never fought the way we were then. I can remember having a wonderful day at work, only to come home and become immediately angry without a real source. (I would love to credit the house for the break up of my then boyfriend and I, but it turns out that he is just a butthole naturally. Lol)
John and I had one of those brother and sister relationships that many idolized. We were so close, that when we began dating people, we informed them that if they were not approved by the other, then there was no future. Soon enough, John met who is now his wife. She and I initially hit it off, but slowly, she and I would bump heads. Unlike before, John would side with her instead of me which would have been fine, if he had not become violent. Even as kids, John had never once even threatened to hit me, but all of a sudden his rage went over the edge. One particular occassion, he picked me up and threw me into a wall just before leaving a dent of fist in the front door of the house. By this point, both John and Lisa was out of the house. Finances were getting out of control, and I was left with my brother Todd who picked up what he could since his finances were not all that great.
With those two gone, Alaya became the focus again. The man in the red shirt changed form before her eyes one night. She described the same tall, black, floaty thing my brother John had seen. This was told to me after one night where she screamed, yelled, cried, and pleaded to not go to bed. She started to spill everything out all at once. This is where it all got weird... On Bentalou Street, we had a pet cat named Butters. She was given to us by a friend when she was just a kitten, and she was definetly a part of the family. We often joked that she was "institutionalized" because she would never leave the house. So many times we would take her out and sit her on the sidewalk, only for her to sprint back into the house. She seemed so scared of outside that it was strange that she ran away when I'd left the front door open just before we moved. Months before getting Butters, we had three parakeets which were kept in the kids room. They all died days a part, and we never thought it to be strange. Well... Alaya revealed that she did not want to die like her pets. She said that this thing told her that if she did not hurt Taylor, he would do to Taylor like he did her pets on Bentalou Street. He apparantly told her that Butters did not run away, and that he'd killed her, and that he'd killed the birds too. She was petrified, and shook so hard as she told me this. She believed that he did those things. A part of me believed it, because after Butters "ran away" no one had seen her in the neighborhood ever again. She was strictly a house cat, and there was never a real explanation regarding the deaths of the parakeets.
Once again, the kids and I used prayer to get rid of things. Mikey and Taylor never once saw anything, but was scared after hearing everything that Alaya had to say. There was only a couple of months before the lease was up, and I began looking for another place. I was not sure that the quiet would stay that way for too long. Since the place I was approved for was not ready, I ended up having to move much of my belongings into storage so that I could stay at my mother's for a month while they put the finishing touches on my new house. The last week there, the kids were supposed to stay at their dad's but for reasons beyond his control, they had to come back early. By that time, I'd moved my bed into the kids room so that I could vacuum my room for the last time. I decided to stay in that room that night instead of moving everything back. Once I got the word that the kids would be coming back, I set their beds next to mine. When they got there, they thought it would be fun to switch rooms on the last night, so we moved their beds into my room.
Later that night, I woke up to find right before my eyes the tall, black, floaty thing that Alaya and John described to me. I sat up, and stared at it, not sure if I was really seeing it or not. It backed away towards the door which I still don't know why it was opened, then left. I watched it travel down the hall toward my room. I leaped up, and followed behind it. Once I got in there, Alaya sat straight up. The black thing was gone. She started to shake when she saw me standing at the door. She got off the bed and said, "Did you see him?" I told her yes. I asked her how did she know, and she said, "'Cause everytime he comes, I wake up like that."
We have had not one experience after leaving that house. I'm not sure what to make of it. I have read that most demons do follow. We did have this house blessed before moving one box into this place, and the relationships with my siblings are now back to normal. Alaya walked through here and gave me the go ahead because she did not feel or see anything. I am beginning to believe that she can see more than most because since my uncles death last year, she is the only one who sees him at my mother's house. I don't bring it up to her, but I think she is really prone to seeing and feeling things. Could someone tell me if what we were dealing with could have been a demon, and if so, is it likely to return at any given time? Could my brother be the one who allowed a demon in, since I have found out that he is an atheist?