This story happened 11 years ago. I was 20 years old living in my first apartment with my then boyfriend. It was a cute little layout very vintage style. It was on the second story just above a liquor store in an older neighborhood in San Diego, California. Though it was an older building, it always felt very peaceful.
My boyfriend Mark at the time was an electrician's apprentice and worked for a small but well known company. At the time it was just him and his boss and they were working on old Victorian houses in a nearby neighborhood just outside of downtown.
Mark had been with the company for about a year at this point and was working on a lot of jobs by himself. After a couple of days working on one particular house, it was finally time for him to work in the attic. The house was completely empty due to remodeling. When he entered the attic however, he noticed a hand carved small wooden canoe resting in a corner. It was about the length of his forearm and not too detailed. He thought it peculiar, but figured someone had just left it behind in a rush to get everything out and start the remodeling job.
He continued about his work but felt very drawn to the canoe. Later that day when his boss came to check on him, Mark showed him the little boat. He mentioned it was the only thing left behind and asked if he could take it home. His boss thought that was okay seeing as how the house was owned by the bank and everything else had been thrown away anyway.
Later that evening as we are settling in after work, Mark remembered the canoe with excitement and went to the car to bring it upstairs and show me. It was an interesting little carving, and I, being a collector of antiques, thought it would look fantastic on a shelf in our bedroom.
We went about our evening as usual. It wasn't until I decided to start getting ready for bed (washing my face, brushing my teeth etc.) that I got this overwhelming feeling, a very negative energy all around me. It was so intense that I asked Mark to keep me company while I was doing my nightly ritual. After that we decided to go to bed, it was pretty late and we both had work early in the morning.
We both fell right to sleep, we were exhausted. But only after about an hour of rest did I wake up. I felt that extremely negative energy again all around me. I tossed and turned, I just could not fall back asleep. It wasn't like something was watching me so much as something was just very powerfully negative in the room. I couldn't even get out of bed to use the bathroom, as if I was hypnotized by this incredible energy. I fell asleep finally but only for another hour. The computer we had in the room was turned off because we rarely used it. When I woke up after an hour I noticed the computer was on and making all kinds of odd noises. The monitor was flashing on and off. I knew this couldn't have been possible because when I looked at the power strip it was turned off. At that point Mark was awake sitting behind me on the bed looking at me in disbelief. He told me he'd been tossing and turning all night and hadn't had a wink of sleep. We both went to the living room and decided to just sleep on the floor.
The next morning we were discussing our sleepless night over breakfast. We both agreed that it had something to do with that canoe. We also made an agreement to throw the canoe away when we got home from work. When we both arrived home that evening, I went straight to the room grabbed the canoe and we headed out. We didn't want to throw it away anywhere near us so we drove to the next neighborhood over, found a park and went to the first trash can we noticed. For some reason Mark was having trouble just putting it in the can and walking away. I tried to convince him that it was the best thing to do but he said he just felt wrong about it. He said he would just set it on top of the trash can. It felt very wrong to me to leave such a negative thing out in the open for somebody else to find and experience. I just walked away, I wasn't going to argue with him about it.
Later that evening I asked him why he wouldn't just throw the canoe away. All he said was, he felt it physically impossible to put it in the trash. That was as far as it went. Once the canoe was gone we never felt that energy again.
I'd be curious to hear some opinions on this. Thank you for reading.