When I found out I was pregnant, I decided it was time to move in with my fiance. I always believed in ghosts although I never had any major personal experiences. My fiance on the other hand, is (or was) a non-believer.
We got our first apartment in Fairfield, Ohio. It was on the third floor and very hard to master as my belly was growing larger and larger. I would take pictures of my growing belly or take pictures of pets and a lot of the time would notice a mist or an orb. I would always hear little things through out the night but always brushed it off. The farther along I got, the worse it got. It was getting harder to sleep in our bedroom. It would always have a heavy feeling.
One night I went to bed early and my fiance stayed up until around 1am. The next morning he told me that he heard a faint conversation in the living room that was hard to make out, and that is scared him so bad it made his eyes water. I asked if maybe it was just somebody in the hallway and he seemed very sure that it wasn't. Again I brushed it off.
After our baby girl was born, it started to get even stranger. The uncomfortable feeling seemed to engulf her room as well and I found it very unnerving to get up in the middle of the night and go to her room. She would often randomly cry out and then fall silent again. I couldn't wait to get out of the apartment.
That day finally came and we moved to another apartment in West Chester, Ohio. It was a first floor apartment. I immediately felt at ease and felt like I might have a peaceful sleeping schedule again. That was not the case.
The first major encounter we had was one that made my fiance shiver. I was in the bathroom and as I was leaving I made my way through the hallway to the living room. As I entered I noticed my fiance and his bloodless face. Almost immediately he asked, "Did you go in the baby's room?" I told him I did not and his mouth fell open. He was sitting on the couch holding the baby monitor and proceeded to tell me that he heard this devilish woman say something on the monitor. He couldn't make out what she said but that it sounded very evil. It sounded as if it was a different language. Needless to say neither of us slept that night while the monitor was running right next to us.
Justin would tell me about seeing shadows and hearing things. This was the norm now and we accepted the fact that whatever was in our last apartment had followed us to our new place. Around the end of our stay in West Chester I had the unfortunate pleasure of hearing the same devilish woman on our baby monitor again. Her voice rang through my body for the next few days and caused me to sleep in the living room with the TV on for a couple of times.
Finally we were moving again and we moved to our present residence in Mason Ohio. I had small hope that what ever this was would go away. We have only been here for a few months and it is very apparent that whatever it is, is still with us. The feeling in our room is overwhelming to me. Almost every night something is moving in our room. Something will fall in our closet, we hear paper or wrappers being touched, or we see something dark. It mainly happens to me after my fiance falls asleep and I am still up. One night the rustling of objects was so apparent Justin jumped up and grabbed his gun.
Every night we sleep with a fan pointed at us because Justin cannot sleep without the white noise (the objects being moved or touched were in the backside of the fan so we know it was not the fan moving stuff around). One morning I woke up around 6 in the morning and sleepily went to turn the fan and forgot that our toddler took the front off. It got my finger pretty good and bruised it up. That following night as I was laying in bed and Justin was already asleep something hit and moved the fan and the blades hit something that sounded very similar to when my finger got caught in the blades. Its like it was mocking me or making fun of me that I got hurt.
My last experience was a few days ago. I heard a woman say something next to me while I was in bed. Justin, again, was asleep.
It's amazing that all of this started happening after I got pregnant. We always thought It was Justin's Grandma who had passed before we got pregnant. Justin was like her own son and took care of him a lot of the time. But I don't think his grandma would sound like that or try to scare us, or even mock me for getting hurt.
I wish I knew the answers but I can't bring myself to ask her myself because I'm afraid something will answer or I will see something that will scar me for life. Haha. I am pregnant again as well and I'm really just hoping our experiences don't get even worse. If anyone has any feedback on how to handle something like this, let me know!
Thanks for reading:)