The ecstatic feeling I had when we first purchased our house is now more of a faint dream than a memory. We bought the three bedroom home on March 1st, 2012. Our old house was rotting away due to all of the mould that the land owner refused to take care of. After eight years of my family living in that poisonous house, my mother and I finally managed to talk enough sense into my grandfather to move.
I was thirteen when my grandparents, aunt, mother, and four pets moved into our new home. Because everyone else had claimed the upstairs rooms, I took the basement without complaint. I had packed up two months before anyone had even started, so I was allowed to move in to the house on my own for the time being. My mother felt it was safe enough for me considering it was only a mile and a half away from our old house.
I slept on the living room floor the first week of living there due to having no bed. I would constantly hear what sounded like someone walking around in heavy boots in the master bedroom and the occasional cough. The coughing sounded like the cough you would get from smoking for years. (There are cigarette burns on the carpet in that bedroom, but we are not too sure about the history of the house.) I quickly wrote it off as my imagination and put the noises out of my mind. I decided to shut all the doors in the house until my family moved in, hoping to make the noise better. It seemed to block out the coughing sounds, but the footsteps could still be heard.
When my new bed arrived and my grandfather put it together, I started sleeping in my room in the basement. After hearing noises on the stairs leading down to my room several nights in a row, I took to closing the door that separated my small bedroom and the rest of the basement.
About two weeks after I had moved in, my mother allowed my boyfriend and his sister, who was a close friend, to stay two nights in a row with me. When they arrived we decided to play hide and seek. His sister and I hid in the closet under my stairs while he searched for us. He eventually gave up and told us that he had heard tapping in the hallway upstairs. I had not told them about the strange noises in the house, trying to see if they heard the same things I did. I decided not to tell them until the next day to see what would happen. My boyfriend slept in my bed (nothing inappropriate, we never even kissed the whole six months we dated) and his sister slept in one of the bedrooms on the top floor.
Around one in the morning my boyfriend shook me awake to tell me that he had heard steps on the stairs, but when he had gone up to look there had been nobody there. I played it off as nothing and we went back to sleep. We were both woken up at about five in the morning by his sister, saying she could hear coughing from the bedroom across the hall from her. We decided just to stay awake and find something to entertain us.
We spent the whole day out of the house and came back at seven for dinner. My boyfriend made us all some grilled cheese sandwiches, and we ate while we watched the television. I went to bed at twelve while they stayed awake to watch one more show. When my boyfriend climbed in to bed with me, he told me that they had heard a door slam from upstairs. Finally, I decided to tell him that I had been hearing noises too. After we talked for an hour or so, we both went to sleep.
Almost a month and a half after I had moved in, my mother and aunt were packed up and started living in the house too. My aunt complained, as she still does often, about hearing bangs in her room. When we first bought the house we had to fill punch holes in the wall and replace the door because there was a huge hole in it, as if somebody had kicked it in. My grandparents moved in two months after they did, but being unobservant and highly sceptical, they deny ever noticing anything weird in the house.
Sometimes I'll hear my mother call me from upstairs, and even though I know she isn't home, I'll investigate and find nobody. My mother and aunt have also noticed this, and my grandmother admits to actually hearing my aunt once when there was nobody home. Both my mother and I heard typing from the office once, both assuming it was the other. When we figured out that it was neither of us, needless to say we were a bit paranoid.
The lights will occasionally flicker at night, as will the television. Sometimes when I am in the shower, I will hear nails running across the door, as does my mother. When the light is on in the hallway and my mother has her door cracked, she will see shadows dart across. I leave the light in the stairway on at night because I need to see to go to the bathroom, and I'll see shadows under the crack of my door. I have woken up several times to find my posters have seemingly fallen off the wall, even after they have been nailed down.
Just a few nights ago both my aunt and mother heard voices clear as day coming from the living room in the early morning hours, none of which they recognized. We have heard strange music a couple of times.
I constantly feel as if I'm being watched, especially at night. I have a newly acquired fear of the dark, which I have never had before. I now sleep with a ring of pillows on the edge of my bed. My cousin, who is only four, has said on several occasions that he has seen a "dark person" or a shadow, and that it talks to him, although he does not understand.
I have tried using sage and Wiccan prayers a few times, but it doesn't seem to work. My mother, who is a devout Christian, has hung crosses on most of the bedroom doors in the house. It has gotten to the point where I'm afraid to be alone in my own home, and to me that is unacceptable. I'd greatly appreciate any advice or ideas of what's going on that you might have.