In our little two bedroom apartment, in 2007 we had four kids and ourselves. It wasn't what you would call spacious or cozy in the least, but we made do with what little we had.
When we first moved in, the feel to it was stuffy. Not because of the size, but it felt crowded. I felt as though there were people all around me the minute I stepped through the door.
One morning I had started my usual routine, cooking breakfast, clean all rooms, etc. Then get the kids ready for the day. I was in the middle of washing dishes, and my three boys were down the hallway playing in their room, and my daughter was sitting in the kitchen with me. I hadn't been able to get to the living room just yet when I heard my belt being moved across the carpeted floor. Thinking it was one of my boys, I walk into the living room and I could still clearly hear them all still in their room playing. They knew the rules: stay and play in the room until I finish the front part of the apartment.
I looked down and the belt had literally been taken off of the door and placed in front of the kitchen walkway. I pick it up and put it back. I go back and finish the dishes when I hear my youngest son in my room, talking. I slowly walk up to the door, it's cracked open a bit so I look through.
I see my son, turned towards the corner sitting Indian style, literally having a conversation, with no one. He responds, "No, I can't do that, my mom will get mad." He then shakes his head and looks up. It truly looks like he's in a conversation, with something I can't see.
I get a little freaked out, but stay calm and call out his name. He didn't respond in anyway. He sat there as though he was listening to this invisible thing, looking up and nodding. So I call out his name once more, this time he shakes his head and turns to me. He says, "Huh, Mama?"
I asked him, "Who were you talking to?" He tells me he doesn't know his name but he told him to go to the bathroom and take the candy out of the cabinet and eat them. I immediately grew scared, and angry at the same time as those were aspirin for my migraines, and my son was only three.
I asked him has he seen this thing before, he told me no. I grabbed him and told him to stay next to me for the remainder of the day.
A couple of days later, as I was preparing my kids for daycare in the morning, I went to grab my ID in order to cash my paycheck. I always left it on the top shelf in my kitchen along with my purse, wallet, etc. I reach up and I can't feel it, I climb up on the cabinet and it's not there. My children, at that time, where all toddlers and couldn't climb up, as they were all short.
I search around, tear the place apart and I never found it. We didn't have much in there to begin with, just the essentials.
Throughout our entire six months there, I couldn't sleep in my room due to the bed always vibrating, and hearing whispers from the same corner my son had been talking to that thing in.
Two nights before we moved out, we had all our belongings packed and ready to go. The only things left were the kids' toys, and our blankets left out. We had just settled down, kids asleep and my husband and I relaxing watching TV, when we heard one of the kids' toys playing music. I get up, and check on this toy. The button was on the off switch, so I think it's a short and take the batteries out. I head back to the living room. The minute I lay my head down, that same toy chimed in along with another toy. Two at this point going off.
We both sit up and look at each other. We both agreed, this spirit didn't like that we were leaving. I got up went into the room and the two toys stop immediately. I pick both up and throw them in the dumpster. I lay back down a bit freaked, and that's when all there toys start up. Louder than I had ever heard them. I run into the room, and I literally see all the toys moving around the room as though something was playing with them. I ran out down the hall and told my husband to go check it out.
He was terrified, but he sucked that up and walked to the room. He stood there in shock. He yelled it's time to throw all these out. I yelled back, "It's not the toys, it's the spirit you say doesn't exist."
That night was restless, as was the the next night. My children, after a couple of months into the lease, refused to sleep in their room. They would tell me it felt like someone was pinching them, while they laid in bed. And they could hear someone always whispering into their ears. So they would either sleep in the living room, or in my bed with us.