When my grandparents passed away, they left me their house. The house is about 70 years old and is built on lands that the Cherokee Indians lived on. We have found all kinds of artifacts in the fields in front of our house. My husband and I moved into the house two years after we were married and things started happening right away (I was pregnant at the time). I have always felt uncomfortable in this house as long as I can remember coming to visit my grandparents. There has always been a dark entity in this house and it has become more and more active in the last ten years I have lived here. These are some of the things that have happened.
My grandmother had given me a mirror when my husband and I got married. When we moved into this house we put the mirror on the wall in the living room. It was a beautiful mirror that had stained glass around the edges and a maple frame. We both had gone outside to work in the yard. Later in the afternoon we came back inside and the mirror was in the middle of the room face down, broken. The way it was hung on the wall, you had to lift the mirror up then take it off the wall. The hanger was still on the wall and the wire was still taut. There was no way it could have fallen down on its own and neither of us had been in the house.
After my son was born, my mother came to help me while my husband went to work and I recovered from the c-section. We were sitting on the couch talking while the baby was sleeping. I kept a sewing box upstairs in the attic, on the floor under a stool well away from the stairs. All of a sudden, we heard a loud, metal scraping noise across the attic floor. The object hit the top of the stairs and made a loud crash down the stairs and hit the attic door. I grabbed my husband's gun because I thought there was someone in the house with us and I went to the attic door and opened the door. My sewing box fell out onto my foot. Something had scooted the box about 10 feet across the wood floors and pushed it down the stairs. There was no way it could have fallen down on its own.
We have a half basement that houses the wood furnace and other appliances. The basement door is as old as the house and is 2 inches thick oak. It's a very heavy door and it takes quite a bit of effort to close it. It makes a loud thud when you shut it. The couch is directly over the basement door so when the door slams you can feel the vibrations if you're sitting on the couch. One night my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching television. All of a sudden the basement door opened and then slammed shut. It had been raining that day and it is even harder to close the door when the wood swells from being damp. My husband ran outside and down to the basement. There was no one there. He could see his footprints in the dirt but there were no one else's footprints. If it had been an actual person there would have been footprints.
One night I had fallen asleep in the recliner in the living room. I woke up and the television was still on but on a blank screen so the room was not completely dark. About in the middle of the floor was a man standing in front of the television. There was something odd about the man. Just a feeling I got. I felt very uncomfortable and I felt like this person meant me harm, just an evil presence. I dismissed the feeling because I had just woke up. He was wearing a flannel plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up and jeans. I couldn't make out any facial features because his back was to the television and his face was toward me. There was a shadow that hid his face. At first I thought it was my husband but I looked over and saw my husband had fallen asleep on the couch. A twinge of fear went through my chest. I sat straight up and screamed bloody murder. My husband jumped up from a dead sleep ready to fight whatever had me screaming but nothing was there. As soon as I screamed the man disappeared into thin air. But I knew he was there. I was fully awake when I noticed him and I saw him for about 5 seconds before I realized he was not my husband.
I went to sleep early one night and I was having a terrible dream about being chased by an unseen entity on a path through a dim lit park. This is a reoccurring dream that I've had for years now. I won't describe the whole dream to save time and space. I could feel the evilness of the being behind me as it got closer and closer. When it gets almost to me, I always wake up, usually in a cold sweat. This night I rolled over and turned on the light. When I did, I was not alone in my room. There was an entity about 3 feet from the side of the bed. It was opaque black and it was the most evil thing I have ever seen in my life. It had a look on its ugly face like it wanted to tear me apart. Its eyes were as black as it was with a glowing red color around the edges of its eyes. They were so piercing. It had its lips snarled and showing its long teeth that had a clear substance dripping from them. Its fingers were long and bony and at the tips were long black nails that were curved. It was as tall as my doll shelf it was standing next to, which is over six feet tall but the entity was probably taller than that because it was crouched over like it was going to pounce on me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and my husband busted through the door coming to my rescue but it was gone. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I know it was the thing from my dream that was chasing me. Somehow I had brought it with me or it has been causing this reoccurring dream. I don't know which. I've had the dream but I haven't seen "it" since.
When I'm home alone, I can hear voices in the next room like more than one person is having a conversation but there is not a radio or television on and the neighbors are too far away to hear them in their yard. I have heard on numerous occasions someone saying my name and I answer "What?" but when I turn around no one is there. I'll go and ask my husband and son if they called my name and almost every time they say no. My son has been coming a lot lately asking us what we wanted and we tell him we didn't call him. He says he heard someone call his name. I don't know if we're just hearing things or if something is messing with us. Also I often feel like someone is watching me even when I'm home alone. The presence of the entity is always here whether there is activity or not. I can feel it watching me and I can feel it is near.
Three occasions I have been in the kitchen alone and I leave the room for less than a minute and when I go back in the kitchen, all the cabinet doors are fully open. My husband and son both say they didn't open them and there is no way they could have done it in that amount of time and gotten out without me seeing them. I have started yelling at the entity and telling it to leave me alone. No matter what I do, it won't stop. The activity happens whether I ignore it or yell at it.
On many, many occasions I have felt something hit my mattress from underneath. It feels like someone is under the bed and punched the mattress really hard. It doesn't hurt or anything but it definitely gets my attention. It has even woken me out of a deep sleep before. Also sometimes when I'm in bed, I will feel someone sit down on the bed or get in the bed with me. I will turn over expecting my husband or son and no one is there. Things have been happening so much and with such frequency, the activity in my house has just become a normal part of my life.
We have an old, small stereo sitting on top of my china cabinet. It's so high I have to get on a stool to turn it on. For the past week it has been turning on by itself around the same time every day. The stereo doesn't have a remote and it doesn't have a clock or an alarm on it. It doesn't turn on at the exact same time everyday. But it's always between 4 and 5 o'clock in the afternoon. My husband says it is just defective but I don't think so. It's just too much of a coincidence with everything that has gone on in this house.
A few months ago, I would be cleaning or cooking, minding my own business and terrible thoughts would come in my head. Thoughts that weren't my own. Thoughts of hurting my loved ones in horrific ways. Ways that I couldn't have imagined on my own. I won't describe them to you. They're just too awful and I don't want to relive them. These images shocked and terrified me. I don't know where these thoughts came from but I know for a fact they did not come from me. I love my family more than anything in this world and I can't stand the thoughts of anything harming them especially me. It's just not who I am. My worst fear is that this thing, this entity will cause me to hurt my family or one of my family to hurt me or each other.
We had our house blessed by our minister a few years ago and the activity did die down for a while but then it came back with a vengeance. We had it blessed again with the same results. Also, periodically I go through the house anointing all doorways with oil while praying out loud. Things are still happening. It won't go away. The activity in the house will be dormant for weeks then all of a sudden it will get active again, very active. Then it goes dormant again just as quick as it started. The dormant times have been getting shorter and the active times longer and more intense. This has been going on for ten years. We are Christians and we pray a lot together. We have crosses hung throughout the house and also the Lord's Prayer. The only thing we haven't tried is an exorcism but we're not Catholic. Moving out is not an option. We have no where to go and no money to do so. I don't know what it is in our house that has plagued us for so long. Maybe a nasty poltergeist or an evil ghost or a demon? It has never done us real harm but my fear is that with the escalation that has been happening, it will eventually hurt one of us. Can anyone tell me what this thing is and have any advice to get rid of it? Please help!