I don't know where to begin with this story, it all started after me and my room mate stopped being friends and I bought my first house. It was built in 1954 and was abandoned from 1979 until about 1991. I fell in love with the house the moment I saw it, it was small and had such a lovely retro feel to it.
I suppose the first thing that I noticed was odd within the first few days was the complete lack of animal life in the yard, I never saw nor heard a single bird or squirrel. It had an eerie silence to the place. In my first week of living there I remember that a can of soup had mysteriously made its way from the kitchen cabinet to behind my pillow. I hadn't had any guests in the house and I could see no reason for me having put it there.
After that about a week later I was sound asleep at around 2:30 a.m. my doorbell rang four times, very loud distinct rings. I got up and went to the front door, but no one was there, still half asleep I cursed the kids next door thinking they were playing tricks on me. However, before I went back, I glanced at the door bell. To my surprise the button was completely missing and the whole mechanism looked broken, I tried to ring the bell but with no luck, this sent a wave of fear up my spine, and I slept with the light on for two nights after.
After living in the house for several moths with a few weird happenings here and there, I decided to invite over a lifelong friend of mine, I'll call him Gary. Gary has never expressed any interest in the paranormal we have known each other since we were 10, it just wasn't something that interested him.
Before going to my new home, Gary and I had gone out to lunch, his personality was normal as well as his color. I noticed almost right away his attitude changed after we were in the house, as well as his color began to look pale. He started getting easily aggravated about little things, and started swearing frequently, he was like a whole different person.
At about 8:30 Gary just stood up and walked into the guest bedroom and went to sleep. He didn't even say anything he just left! I shrugged it off and went to bed myself shortly after. At about 1:10 a.m. I woke up to the noise of Gary power puking in the bathroom, I got out of bed and went to assist him in the bathroom.
When I walked in he was completely nude and curled into a ball rambling "This place, this place is not right!" or something to that effect. I decided to call 9-11 thinking he was on LSD or something along those lines.
The next morning I visited him in the Hospital, I asked him what had happened to him. He told me the doctors found no cause of the extreme vomiting or delusions, in fact the EMTS told him he started coming to "reality" shortly before arriving to the hospital. Gary also told me from the moment he entered the house, he began to feel very strange and that he kept getting grotesque and disturbing thoughts and images in his head, and felt a heavy presences lurking over him. Needless to say he refused to return to the house.
This incident deeply disturbed me.
I lived in the house for six more months, living with unexplained noises and things being moved to weird places before I finally had gotten fed up with what ever it was in the house. I sold the house and moved out within a month. To this day when I drive by the home, I get a sinking feeling in my gut and I just want to run for my life.