As you see from my other stories, not all but many of my experiences have taken place outside my home. The times I have come in contract with the paranormal when I am home is mostly when my grandmother has contacted me when I in the state between being awake and going to sleep. Whenever my grandmother visits, it's mostly to tell me to help someone. The following incident took place at my home this past Sunday (February 10th) and it wasn't a visit from grandmother. Many could ask how you can be sure. I'm sure because like I mentioned in my stories, my grandmother has always come to either my mom or me though dreams. I was wide awake and so was my brother.
As mentioned above this happened Sunday night/Monday morning at about 1:30 am. There was only my mom, brother, and myself in the house. Since my sister got a teaching job first in Peel Region, Ontario, she lives in Mississauga and comes during the weekend. This meant that she already left to go back to Mississauga when this happened. My dad (being the selfish man he is), decided to take a trip to Jamaica with his cousin and they had been dropped off at the airport Sunday morning.
My mom had already fallen asleep after taken her medication for ulcer and high blood pressure. My brother was still up doing his homework for university and I was trying to go to sleep so I could get actually get up on time to get into work (which wasn't really successful) but I just couldn't. It wasn't that I wasn't tired; I just couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. Thinking back, I think it was related to the incident because I always get some sort of feeling when I experience the paranormal and this time I think it was to help my brother because this was his first experience and it scared the living sh*t out of him.
So, it was about 1:30, when the door bell starts ringing. My brother and I come out of our rooms puzzled as to who it might be. We initially thought that it could be either my sister or my father and uncle coming back (flight got delayed). My brother called our sister while I called our father and uncle. Their phones were turned off so that meant they already left and my sister was pissed off that we woke her up; so it was neither of them. The way our house is layout, if you open the front door, you are looking at the stairs leading upstairs. To the right, is the living room and you can walk straight into the dining room (which is divided by a wall and French doors that we keep open). To the left of the stairs, is a hallway. First you will see a small corridor area on the left where the powder room is to the right and right across from is the jacket closet and between these two spaces is the door leading to the laundry room and door to the garage. Back in the hallway, if you walk further down, to the right is the stairs leading to the basement (no doors) and to the left side is the family room. The hallway ends in the kitchen and breakfast area (there is a wooden and glass slide door dividing the breakfast area from the dining room) and the back wall of the breakfast area has the sliding door to the backyard.
The front door has both a stained and regular glass pattern on it and the side panels on each side of the door have regular glass in it so you can see both ways. So, if my brother and I stood on the stairs we could see if anyone was at the front door. That is where the problem started. There was no one there; not a solid person or even a shadow.
While we were trying to contact my sister and my father and uncle and looking to see who it was, the door bell is ringing. Also, my mother was asleep though all of this. My brother initially thought it could be one of the neighbors needing help (we have a good rapport with all of our neighbors and we are always helping each other out). But the problem was we couldn't see anybody there.
We initially decided to go down and open the door so we both went down. This is where the problem started for me. My empath emotions started to kick into high gear. Until this point, both my brother and I weren't scared just curious. Not only did I start to feel heart gripping fear, I felt the evil that was vibrating though the door. My brother was in front of me and he was the first to step off of the stairs when the picture of Lord Ganesha (Hindu deity with the elephant head) that my mother got from our trip to India started sliding back and forth on the side wall near the front door. Before readers ask about air and wind, there was not wind or air that night and none coming through the cracks of the door; not at least enough to shake the picture wildly. I remembered then that we had an alarm system put into our house after a few houses in the area got broken into.
I pulled my brother back and told him that something wasn't right and told him to check the camera feed that was facing the front door (there is a camera in the front door, backyard, and the laundry room facing the garage door and we have access to the cameras on my brother computer/phone and so does the security company).
My brother took a quick look on his phone and nobody was there. While we are looking on the camera, the Lord Ganesha picture is still swinging wildly and the door bell is still ringing. We looked at each other and we knew something was wrong; although my brother was still coming up with excuses for the bell ringing (like the bell getting suck). I reminded him that the old bell was broken and that we had replaced and that in order for it to get stuck, someone had to actually push it and there was nobody there or on the camera. This really freaked him out. So we finally decided to wake our mother up but we got stuck there also. My mother wouldn't wake up; it looked like she was having a dream and she didn't hear us or the bell (she was saying something in her sleep). I don't know where I heard it from but I was told not to wake a person up when they are having a dream, so we didn't wake her up. In the meantime, the bell is still ringing and the picture still swinging but not as much as before.
As my brother and I came out of my mother's room, I saw the prayer closet beside my room and got an idea. I took the small container holding the Vibhuti (Sacred ash used by Hindus) from the prayer closet. As I was grabbing the Vibhuti, I saw the holy water in a bottle shaped in Virgin Mary (my aunt is Catholic and since my uncle married her, he converted. Every year they go to this church in France and bring back a bottle for us) and took that also. I told my brother to put in the alarm code in first (alarm could be set when people are away and when we are home). Then I moved the rug that was near the door and put the Vibhuti ash from one end of the wall to the other right beside the door and then my brother sprinkled the holy water in the same manner but a little back. The picture of the Lord Ganesha that slowed down when we went back upstairs, had started back up with its swinging wildly when we came back down but it slowed and then completed stopped when brother and I repeated what we did to the front door to the backyard sliding door, garage door, and all windows (upstairs, main floor, and basement). The ringing stopped within seconds of putting the Vibhuti and holy water on the last window still in my room (we started from the basement and worked our way up so that we didn't miss any windows).
Once everything was done and the bell stopped ringing, my brother had a full blown panic attack and that start his minor asthma attack. Thankfully, he had his meds on him and I was able to help him control it. It took awhile but he finally went to sleep because of his meds wearing him down sometime between 3:30 and 4 am. I, on the other hand, did not sleep because I totally lost sleep over this and plus, I wanted to keep an eye on my mom and brother. This was easily done as my brother didn't want to sleep alone and ended sleeping beside my mother. The first chance I got, I called into work and told them I wasn't coming in because of a family emergency. When my mother finally got up, she found me drinking tea and asked why I didn't leave for work (usually I'm gone before anybody wakes up). I told her I wasn't going into work and then I asked her if she remembered anything from last night. Initially, my mom started to say no but then she stopped herself because she had remember that she had a dream with my grandmother (her mom).
My grandmother told my mom that someone that we know has sent an evil spirit to us to harass and hurt us and that we shouldn't let it in. For some reason my grandmother never talked straight and always gave information in riddles or at different times; which could be really annoying when you are totally freaked out. My mom trying to get my grandmother to give her more information but she kept saying that she will be there to protect us.
So I asked my mom if she heard the bell ringing. She said no and asked who was there? I told her no one that we could see. She looked at me weird so I explained to her what happened the night before. My mom totally freaked out by what I told her and that's when she saw all the Vibhuti around the house. She told me not to go to work and told my brother not to go to school either but he had to hand in an assignment and he had to go. Since the class was in the afternoon, my mom immediately called the priest that blessed the house when we moved in and told him what happened and he promised to be there as soon as possible. Usually we would have things like rice, flowers, and other things the priest would need for the pooja ready for him (he usually tells beforehand what he needs) but in this case he actually brought everything with him because (1) he didn't want us leaving the house to get the items before the pooja was completed and (2) he didn't want to use any items (like rice) that were already in the house because the house wasn't blessed yet.
The priest did the pooja and blessed the house including the backyard (which was no easy task as the snow in the backyard was still deep because of the storm we had this past weekend). Then he blessed a red string and tied it around each one of our wrists. He blessed two more strings (one for my sister and one for my father) and told my mom to tie it around their wrists as soon as possible. My mom actually forced my sister to make the trip back to Ajax after work so that she can tie the string. For my dad, we have to wait until he gets back in a week.
The priest told my mom that it was a good thing that we were able to put a protective barrier around the house when we did because if the evil spirit got in, it would have been ten times as harder to get rid of it and not without someone getting hurt. Before the priest left, I asked to write down some prayers for me (I know some but not all) and he did so. I told my mom that I was going to be using Rook's cleansing every month from here on out with the prayers of protection that the priest gave me.
My mom was totally freaked out about this incident that she agreed to it and volunteered to help. As for finding out who did this to us, well, that is going to be a long list. My mom has told us many times that she raised good kids and compared to some of the other kids that she knew we were angels and a lot of people knew that so they were jealous of us. It doesn't help the fact that a close relative uncle left my sister, brother, and me some money when he passed away last year. We only found out about this about two months ago, when his lawyer came to us with the uncle's will. Since this uncle didn't have any kids (he was married but his wife died of cancer about five years ago), he divided the money equally into four parts; one for my sister, brother, myself, and the fourth part of the money went to his favorite charities. We knew a lot of people were jealous of this because these very same people interacted with solely for the money but we didn't and he left money for us. Also, unlike some people, we didn't touch the money but we invested it. Shessh... You can't live without money or with it. We will search but unless my grandmother tells us, it will be difficult.