Where do I begin? Since I was a little girl living in Oklahoma, strange occurrences happened. I have parents that would always tell me ghosts weren't real and so I eventually excused occurrences and ignored them, or at least tried to.
From what I can remember it started with an old antique piano we'd gotten when I was four. I loved the piano. Although out of tune it taught me everything I know how to play and I became quite good at playing by ear. The only problem is, when I was alone and ONLY when I was alone it would once in a while play. Not an entire song but just a key or two. The cover would be on every time. Because it only happened when I was alone, my parents didn't believe me and my brothers would call me a liar.
Finally, one day my dad mentioned someone was knocking on the bathroom door one day while us kids were at school and my mom explained she hadn't done it. Those knocks happened to me and my brothers, as well as my best friend for the next few years. Still my parents were in denial, but my brothers now started to believe something strange was happening.
I turned 14 when my brothers were gone serving our country and my parents and I moved to Alaska. I figured all those strange things would stop, but they didn't. Twice I looked down the hallway to my parents' bedroom and saw a dark tiny silhouette I thought to be a child. Very startled, I ran to my mom and told her. I expected her to laugh but she didn't. She looked me in the eye and told me that one morning a week before she woke up to a girl's whisper in her ear saying "mom". She said she woke up and laid in bed wide awake thinking it was a dream, when it happened again. That's when I assumed 'it' was a girl.
Despite changing the batteries, the doorbell seemed to ring once or twice a month at random times of the day or night. Even with the heater cranked up, we began to feel cold spots when walking around the house. This spirit never seemed to be dangerous, but it was still creepy to experience all these things.
I will never forget the summer my brother's in-laws and three younger kids came to stay with us for a week while they moved up to Alaska for a job transfer. They needed a place to stay until they closed on their house so, of course, we let them stay. I'll never forget the mom coming upstairs to tell me and my mom she woke up because she thought her youngest daughter was whispering "mom" in her ear. We never told her about my own mom's experience to this day because we didn't want to spook her.
After that summer I decided to move out and became so busy with two jobs, school, and the social scene that I was only home to sleep. A few nights I would wake up to what felt like a cat walking on the edge of my bed, but, I had no cat. I had no pets. It would happen quite often until I finally told a coworker that was into the paranormal stuff. She advised I be verbally firm with her and tell her I didn't want her here and to leave. That's actually when things became a little more hostile and scary.
About two to three weeks went by and I was having no disturbances. I asked my mom if she had anything happen back at home and she replied that things have been peaceful. It was that night, at about 4am that my iPod dock had gone off downstairs extremely loud, the volume was all the way up playing. I told myself that maybe it had something to do with the outlet and let it go. On one rare night that both my roommate and I were home together, we decided to watch TV downstairs when we heard our sink running upstairs. She was spooked but I think I had experienced so much that it was nothing to me. By now, this spirit would knock down my floral decorations a few times a month and it was actually annoying me.
I eventually met my husband who moved in and bought me a cat to see if maybe having an animal around would help. He would only sit and stare at random areas of the house, which would actually creep me out more than before. We eventually got married and moved to his home state of Hawaii after leaving active duty and going reserve. We settled into an old tiny apartment until we got back onto our feet.
I actually thought to myself, "Nothing can haunt me in 700 square feet of space." Wrong. I was very wrong. She had followed me, and now my husband started to experience things. That same floral decoration from Alaska would still fall over. He began experiencing hostile dreams of something dark hovering over him and paralyzing him in his sleep. We had only one closet in the apartment, and the door would often rattle. Finally, for the first time ever I felt in danger.
I was sitting at the table eating ice cream with my husband close by on the couch when I felt a strong breath and groan in my ear. It was so loud I screamed and nearly fell out of my chair. I burst into tears and couldn't explain what had happened. This happened two more times until the end our lease, and the most exciting news of our baby. July 2013, I found out I was pregnant and we needed to find a new place fast. I also had three stepchildren and we needed more rooms.
We settled into the house I'm living in now which sits across the water of Pearl Harbor. Things began to pick up almost immediately. The third night at the new house, while my husband was taking night classes at a college leaving me home alone, I was about to step into the backyard when the front door knocked three times. It was almost nine and I thought it to be late for a salesman and none of my husband's family had told me they'd be stopping by. I opened the door to nothing but the darkness of the night. That only happened once, so far.
We both began to have paralyzing dreams of being unable to move by something forceful, forcing us to look at one area as it grew darker and darker. Often times I wouldn't be able to tell if I were dreaming or if it were real because I would dream of it happening in bed only to wake up in the same position, staring at the same area. It was like something was holding me down by the neck. It would leave me feeling exhausted the next morning, on top of being pregnant. I would start to get a few bruises here and there when I would wake up, but blamed it from low iron because of the pregnancy.
My husband started blessing the house regularly using holy water from his dad, who is a pastor, and burning dried sage. As we started to get the nursery together upon finding out it was a boy. I nailed up a cross my mom had sent to me that had "Bless our baby boy". We put it up on the bedroom door only to hear a loud crash the next day and found it on the floor. The nail was still in the door. I wasn't taking any chances and took every decoration close to the crib off the wall. After having the baby in April of 2014, I found it easier to keep him in a bassinet off to the side of my bed.
Babies cry a lot so I didn't find it strange that he would wake up and cry, except that this cry was a scream. He would turn red and scream out, almost like he was in pain. I started finding myself holding him all night long and would sleep sitting up with him just so we could both get rest. He began to only sleep soundly when in my arms.
One night, I had another paralyzing dream. In my dream I was sitting up in bed with my baby boy in my arms just like in real life, with my eyes fixed on a corner in my closet. This corner began to grow black, and I began to feel the tightness around my neck. I really wasn't sure if it were a dream or real life and so it took every bit of energy in me to put my hand over my baby's head to try and protect him from anything harming him. That was only one month ago.
I really can't say this was a dream or not. My husband had a similar dream a week before I gave birth, but saw a silhouette of a girl on his side of the bed. But like my dream, he couldn't move or speak and woke up feeling like it was real.
My breaking point and need for help happened tonight as we got up from the table after eating dinner. Absolutely no one was near the table as I cleared the plates off of it when the chair moved by itself.
I feel helpless and afraid she will hurt my baby, if she hasn't already. I won't let him sleep alone, my stepkids are getting scared and won't leave their lights off, and even our dog growls and barks at nothing in the house.
We have blessed our house many times and I have come to feel like it's me that she is following. I don't know if she is being playful or if she intends to harm, and I don't know where she came from or why. All I know is, I can't get her to leave.