Follow You Home

It's been quite a while since I've posted last, as I like to space out the events to keep my stories fairly interesting. All was quiet for a while until activity started up again in the recent months. Though, that is a story for another time.

Firstly, I'd like to direct everyone to what happened in the last remaining months of 2014. My father was moving out of his 19-year home sometime in September. It was the only home I had known my father to live in since infancy, so it was a little bitter-sweet to see him bade it farewell.

The house had always felt 'dark' to me. Just like a nesting ground or bundle of negative energy and everyone who frequented there always commented on the fact they felt like they were being watched or, better yet, observed. The house just had that kind of energy the made you not want to stay there for long periods of time.

There had been a few minor incidences that occurred here, such as footsteps, lights turning on and off and things going missing but nothing that really suggested a 'bad' presence. I presume my father had helped to harbor and fuel this negative energy over the years, as he himself unfortunately is a negative and unhappy man. Also my brother, whom tried to create and use an Ouija board in the house. (According to him it was unsuccessful, but he did not properly close the session before throwing the homemade board out.)

It was a Friday afternoon and I was busy helping to pack boxes and put them in the trailer with my two friends (we'll call them Mike and Tina for privacy reasons). It was one of the final days of shifting and everyone was tired and grumpy and wanting to hurry up and finish so we could all go home.

Mike and I were out in the garage clearing out a few boxes when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I broke out in goosebumps. This is generally my tell-tale sign that we have presence with us. Mike is extremely gifted in the spiritual aspect (more so than myself), so I kept my thoughts to myself to see if he too could pick up on this energy- and that he did.

Mike then pulled me off to the side to discuss what he was 'seeing' and 'feeling'. "What's up?" I asked him. "There's something in your dad's garage, it's a dark mass and it feels really bad. It's been following me the entire day and I think it doesn't like me or the fact I'm here." Well, that certainly shocked me. I had only felt its uncomfortable presence sporadically throughout the day, prominently in the garage. I, of course, look to where he's pointing at the time and only see the woodshed out the back of my dad's garage. I tell him to tell the thing it's not welcome here and to cast it away in the name of Jesus, or to surround himself in white light if he felt threatened and carried on with packing.

Fast forward a few hours and Mike, Tina and I are being driven home for the night. Mike and Tina are staying the night at my house so we first stop off at Tina's so she can grab some clothes and toiletries. Mike keeps looking out the back window of our car the entire journey back and I can't shake the feeling of being watched- like someone's eyes are burning into the back of my head. I shrug it off to being spooked about what Mike told me. We arrive home and are all ushered inside by Mike. At this point I felt the need to run inside. It felt like something was chasing and snapping at our heels, but I still didn't tell Mike or Tina because I'm naturally quite a paranoid person and thought I had just gotten myself worked up. We get inside and go about our business of unpacking and getting ready for bed as it was late at night. We bid my mum goodnight and all sit down in my room to chat before bed. Mike at this point hasn't said much but this isn't unusual for him. It's then he drops the bombshell and the puzzle pieces start to fall in place. "Guys, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I think we were followed home by that black creepy mass." Oh crap. That explains the feeling of being watched and general edginess. Tina is visibly frightened as I blurt out what I had been feeling the entire night. He says he can 'feel' it at the front door trying to get in. I didn't know why it couldn't get in but I was praying to all that was holy that it stay that way.

We all huddle on my bed and each start reciting various protective prayers. (As we have different religious backgrounds and feel comfortable with different things.) I tell the thing it's not welcome here and I rebuke it in the name of Jesus Christ. Mike then tells me he can 'feel' the thing laughing. (Tina and I of course heard nothing as she is not spiritually gifted and this thing seemed completely in tune with Mike.) While I admit I was scared while saying this, I was shocked and even more frightened to learn it didn't work.

An hour passed and the thing was still here. According to Mike it also tried getting in through the roof and was getting angry at it's failed attempts. Now, he may of been lying but my dog also started to growl and bark at the roof precisely when he said this and we also heard what sounded like dull thuds on the rooftop. Never in my life had I felt more like a caged animal. At some point Mike says he feels like it is a female presence, and that she followed us because Mike could 'see' her. Eventually, Mike prays in his native tongue and calls upon his guardian angel and the presence leaves us. The creepy 'hair-on-end-at-the-back-of-your-neck' feeling disappeared and Mike told us he could no longer 'feel' the presence.

Now, could Mike have made all this up to scare us? That could be true, but I had never told Mike of the dark feeling in my dad's house nor the feeling of being watched. This was his first (and last) time visiting the place. My dog also reacted in sync to what Mike was saying as to where this presence was. I, too, got feelings of unease and being watched that matched up to Mike's account.

The thing that really makes this all fall in place was the next morning we tell my mum what happened and she looks at us with a gobsmacked expression and says, "I blessed the house yesterday. I don't know what told me to; but something did". Could this have all been a coincidence? I personally don't believe in such a thing but each to their own. Whatever the thing was, it never returned again. Mind you, I wasn't exactly keeping an eye out for it either.

My question is, why was the thing not sent away when we prayed and rebuked it? This has ALWAYS worked for me in the past. Also has anyone else had similar experiences?