A friend offered a white wicker bed frame set to me for free. At the time I lived in a very remote mountain in Hawaii, up in the elevation of 5500 ft. The house I rented was built on a hilly side, with the upstairs living area off the ground at least 15 feet.
I had my partner at the time to go and pick up the bed set one evening. He brought home an older antique looking set instead. When I had asked him what happened to the white set, all he said was that she gave me this one, and that he had a hard time with the bed in his truck. It fell out of his truck, and onto the road several times. It broke a wooden wheel, and so he though nothing about it.
After I had this set in my guest bedroom for days, I started to put the frames together and suddenly I felt so sick to my stomach, nauseating sick, and almost threw up. I had to leave the room, it was very cold, and so I thought it was just from living up in the clouds.
One late evening on a Friday night, my partner had a get together with his friends. He called to say he would be in after midnight, and I said no problem.
I was sitting on my living room couch that is leaning against the wall and reading when I heard and felt someone pounding on the wall. This must be a joke because for one thing, the house is on stilts, and no way could someone climb and reach that wall outside, unless they were on a very tall ladder.
The noise continued and then the pounding was coming from a back kitchen door that was closed and locked. I heard more hard pounding. I heard a voice call my name, but I knew better not to open a door at night since I was home alone. I called out my friend's name, but no answer. That started to get me alarmed so I reached for a bat just in case.
I immediately got on the CB radio, and tried calling my partner but I had no luck in reaching him. I know I did not hear his truck come up the hill so I was quite upset and shaken a bit.
Terrified of who could be outside my door in the pitch dark, and especially being by myself, was enough for me to call my sister. At the time I thought it could be a neighbor?
I told her that I am scared, and that I wanted her to try and reach my partner since I couldn't get through to him. I had to use the bathroom so bad, I asked if she would stay on the line, and I would be right back.
As I put the phone down, and walked about 5 feet, the pounding started again, making me run back to the couch and put my legs up. "Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" I asked her. She immediately told me to calm down and that she was going to make some calls. No luck too.
As I am waiting, I was too afraid to move, and my sis stayed with me on the phone. I could hear a truck coming up the hill, and knew it was my friend coming home. As soon as he walked into the house I told him to take the ******bed out of here! He tossed the frames out off the deck and it landed on the lawn below.
The very next morning as I was getting ready for work, he was downstairs throwing the bed sets into his truck to take to the dump.
A very loud sound in my ears came out, like a growl and a swoosh and I felt like it came out of me? I told him that that bed was haunted and never will I want any old bed frames again. I don't know what came into the house and made me sick for weeks before the bed was finally removed, but it felt very evil.
I could tell you that the bed had many different numbers on it, written on the back frames. My lady friend now no longer collects antiques in her home since I had warned her about buying beds. Her mother passed away after being ill for awhile. Later, when I saw her in a store, she told me, "My mother was asking for you." Well I really only knew her mother a little bit, hardly spoke to her.
My house was blessed in every corner and have not had any more sickness.
I hope to hear from someone telling what they think of this.
The difference between junk and an antique is one is found in the trash, by the side of a road, at a goodwill (i.e. Thrown away), and the other is taken care of and in possession of an individual or family since always. That's my interpretation anyway.
Yep, bad vibes can be in anything, you're right. Wonder whatever happened to the OP?