My story begins about six years ago. I had met a man that we will call D and moved in with him and his mother. She was really sick with emphysema and needed help with a lot of things. D and I had been together a little over a year when tragically his mother passed away. It was the first time I had lost someone I was close to me and I was a mess.
Time moved on and D and I decided to have a baby together. Shortly after becoming pregnant, I started noticing little things like a kitchen cabinet being open after I closed it. I chalked it up to being wrong and continued on with my day. After my daughter was born things became very interesting. Whenever D and I would talk about his mother, the rope to pull down the attic stairs would start swinging in circles. Our bedroom was always cold and D would often stay up after I had gone to bed so I would lay there thinking I wish I could be warm. I would feel someone lay next to me and instantly be warmer. Most people would run for their lives; I just chalked it up to my imagination.
As our daughter got older I noticed she would stare at the wall along the ceiling and follow something with her eyes. Her aunt passed when she was only five months old. After the funeral my daughter sat and "talked" to a picture of her aunt and giggled. She used to lay in her crib and babble away like little ones do. It was shortly after her aunt passed away she started waking me up around 3 am screaming every night. It sounded like pure terror and any parent on here will understand when I say I about broke my neck getting to her. I'm not sure if this is still happening as life has a way of being cruel and I haven't seen my daughter in four years.
When she was around two, I was talking to my mom on the phone. It was about 8 pm and pitch black outside as it was winter time. We lived eight miles out of town so when I say pitch black, I mean it. My daughter was playing with toys as my mom and I chatted about nothing important.
All of a sudden the phone makes a beeping noise and then the dial tone, but we could still hear each other. Kinda like a busy signal then the dial tone is the best way to describe it. I had told my mom to tell her b/f to knock it off cause he was scaring me. She insisted it wasn't him so now I'm really freaking out. Just as I was going to say it was a fluke or old phone lines causing it the same thing happened again. This time I started to cry because I thought maybe just maybe they were playing a cruel trick on me. I had been facing the window and turned to check on my daughter when both my stereo and the TV turned up full blast. No one was near them, and the remotes were put up out of my daughter's reach. I told my mom that I was leaving to go down to the house my b/f was working on. She said good idea and hung up.
It was the middle of winter time and the baby only had a onesie on but I didn't stop to get her dressed. I got her safe in her car seat and tore out of the driveway like my butt was on fire. I pulled up to where D was working and he laughed in my face, but came home with me because I refused to be alone.
Shortly after that incident my daughter and I were home alone once again. She was in her highchair talking away while I finished up making us lunch. I walked into the dining room and realized I had left her drink sitting on the kitchen counter. The cabinet was open so I shut it. Walked back into the dining room to realize I had left one thing or another in the kitchen and went back in to retrieve it. The cabinet was open, once again I shut it. I backed into the dining room this time to the amusement of my daughter and waited a few minutes before checking to see if my cabinet was open again. Well let's just say I shut it and didn't go back in there for the rest of the day.
A few other things that happened in that house were the baby's toys would go off by themselves. She had a Barbie car that used to do circles in the kitchen and would slam into the base board.
D's son from a previous marriage made the attic his bedroom and he would wake up with scratches on him.
My dogs would not go in my bedroom to save their lives.
At Christmas time I took pictures and got the shock of my life when looking at them. Not only were orbs in every single one but one picture I took of D has the kitchen in the background. You can clearly see what looks like a woman standing there all smoky like. I wish I still had these photos but D kept them when he made me leave.
Well that's my story folks. I hope you enjoyed it!