[The experiences about to be detailed happened between 2013-2014. During this time I was undergoing an incredibly personal crisis and a great deal of stress, the likes of which I do not wish to disclose.]
In January of 2013 my husband and I moved into a rental home in Davison, MI. At first, it was nothing short of exciting and empowering; we felt a real sense of accomplishment having a place all to ourselves -which was a welcome change compared to living with his dad for the first few months of our marriage. As much as we deeply appreciated his help and having a roof over our heads, we were newlyweds and desperately needed time to settle into our new life just the two of us [Thanks Dad! Love you!]; however, our happy bubble of bliss would soon be shattered due to the experiences we faced in our new [rental] home.
In retrospect, I'd say it started with this dream. Probably around the second week into the new rental, I had a god-awful nightmare. Honestly, I didn't realize it was dream until I woke up -it was just that visceral. I was laying in my bed with my husband next to me, we were watching television -mind you this was during the day. He was enjoying a bowl of cereal while I flipped through a thousand different programs trying to settle on something to watch, when suddenly my room was filled with about a dozen naked, very elderly people [I know, creepy... Maybe this already sounds like some psychological case study about deep seated fears expressed through dream LOL]. Anyway these nude, old people began to line up one in front of the other. Their line started at the end of my side of the bed and ended past the outside my bedroom door, down into the hallway. Needless to say I was shocked and disgusted and I try as may I could not get my husband's attention. He was still casually eating cereal watching TV as if nothing completely INSANE was happening.
Then came the paralysis. Suddenly I couldn't move a muscle, though I could still see everything that was happening; that's when I felt a presence standing on the ground directly next to where lay frozen. From the corner of my eye it appeared as black figure, then my perspective started to change, as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I saw my body laying on my bed next to my husband as if I was some floating spirit peering down from above, watching in horror as this crazy scenario played out. The black figure next to my body then appeared to look like one of my aunts [I'm not close to any of my extended family so this was odd to me]. To make a long nightmare short, My "demonic dream-aunt" was like a morbid ticket master to this line of decrepit creeps each taking a turn raping my body all the while my husband sat watching cartoons and eating Captain Crunch. Well, I woke up in a cold sweat and told myself it was just a dream. [Maybe it's hard to understand how that dream could have anything to do with my upcoming paranormal experiences -yet; but, I know that without a doubt it does.]
A few weeks after our move and I was close to having everything unpacked. Clothes were in the dressers and closets, books on the shelves, pictures on the walls, and dishes in the cupboards. Well, one evening while cleaning the kitchen after dinner, I opened the cupboard to put away our just-washed drinking glasses; there, I notice that damn clear plastic cup my husband always uses to scoop out the puppy chow with for our dogs. Why did he put it in the same cupboard as our clean drinking glasses!?! [is what I furiously questioned in my head]...So, I made a point to ask my husband to refrain from doing that in the future, and when I did he simply laughed and said he didn't do that in the first place. I didn't believe him -I mean, he laughed! I know my husband, and he gets a kick out of seeing me annoyed; so, I was sure he was poking fun. I let it roll off my shoulder and went on with my business. The next day, after I returned home from work, I felt it was time for quick meal. Opening the cupboard where my plates were stored [different cupboard than the one mentioned before] I see that DAMN clear plastic cup again! In a huff I throw the damn thing in the bin with the dog food and make a bee-line to my husband's home-studio. "Nathan, It's not funny! Don't put that filthy thing in the cupboard with our clean dishes!" His response: "Huh?". Well he got my goat, at least I thought he did as I engaged in an idiotic argument over a plastic cup that he swore he didn't put in the cupboard [aww the honeymoon phase]. It should come as no great surprise that I found that DAMN CLEAR PLASTIC CUP always placed upside-down, in a different cupboard for every day of that week... It took a lot of convincing [and lots more arguing] before I finally took the word of my husband that he was NOT behind the "cup incident".
Soon even stranger things began to occur and unbeknownst to me it was my husband experiencing them. My husband is a free-lance artist and works from home; he's typically in his studio from the time I leave for work in the morning at 8am until the time I go to bed around 11pm. He [later described] always feeling a heavy sense of 'being watched' mostly during the time I was away at work. This feeling was especially experienced while he was working on one of his larger paintings with his back to the door [the door of course was left open for our kitties to roam freely]. This feeling became so intense he eventually moved his painting to the opposite wall where he could keep an eye out for whatever was "watching" him [really he just tried to ignore it at first, but to no avail]. Moving his painting gave way for results, he did see things. Tall, solid-yet-shadow-like people that lurked in the adjacent hallway. On a few later occasions, he was even touched -sometimes on his arms and most times on his legs by an unseen force [like I mentioned, we have cats but these instances were not the soft sensations of fur on skin or paw pads playfully swiping for attention or food; these were incidents that happened when Nathan was completely alone]. My husband, not wanting to freak out his wife, kept these experiences to himself so when he strongly suggested moving our mattress into the living room, I initially thought it would be a fun thing to do. [Why not? Be young and silly and do whatever you want in your home! -Plus I always had a hard time sleeping in our bedroom ever since that nightmare].
So now we have a large mattress taking up most the space of our small living room [we didn't have a lot of company over at this time] and we loved it!...at first... Because of the layout of the small rental, you could clearly see into Nathan's studio and our former bedroom from the living room -even while laying down on our "bed-couch". One night, very late right as we were ready to sleep and after all the lights and electronics shut off, both my husband and I witnessed a large, nearly blinding flash of white light emit from our former bedroom. This was INCREDIBLY weird and frightening because Nathan had previously covered the windows of that very bedroom with black plastic. He covered it so well, you would swear it was night time during a bright, sunny day [that's how we like to sleep especially during summer when the sun shines brighter, earlier]. Anyway, we were baffled. What was the source of that flash? So strong it lit the room up brighter than the ceiling light [which was long since burned out] could ever manage. We didn't have long to deliberate before we noticed a small orb a brightly shade of red float amidst the returned darkness of that very same room. It just danced around, hanging by the doorway like it wanted to be seen [I don't know how else to describe it]. My husband, brave as he is, quickly got up to observe the anomaly. He checked around the room with a flashlight but not before he tried deducing the source of the orb's red glow [was it a reflection from something from somewhere? No. No feasible explanation could be discovered, best as we tried].
This was only the start of the TRUE, inexplicable, and scary [at least it scary was for me] incidents that were yet to be experienced in our Davison rental. There was just so much that happened, that I'm afraid I will have to write a Part II. Please continue reading in my next installment. Trust me, it's gets much worse.