My husband, Bob, and I had been married for two years when he was released from active duty in the Army. We moved to his hometown in Michigan and he tried to fit back into civilian life after 8 years in the military. However, things did not go smoothly for us and after a few months, I was in a downward spiral.
I was extremely depressed, homesick (I came from Minnesota), I was angry at Bob most of the time because he was drinking all the time. He was not working so we never had enough money for the bills. I was exhausted from working 2 full-time and sometimes a 3rd part-time job to pay bills and taking care of his kids, and he was taking most of our money and spending it on alcohol. So, I had a lot of negativity swirling around me and suddenly weird things started happening.
It started with my husband tripping over things on the floor that weren't there and falling (and this was when he wasn't drinking). Usually, when he did this, we were fighting at the time. It gradually got worse to where he fell on the stairs one time.
And then on Easter morning in 1989, he was helping me clean the house for his family to come over. He was bent over the tub scrubbing it, and as usual, we were arguing, when I heard him scream. When I went into the bathroom, he was holding the back of his head with blood running down and a huge cut on the back of it. Bob told me that he got hit by something really hard, but there was nothing laying on the floor or in the tub, there was nothing above his head and we couldn't figure out what happened.
So, I started thinking the house had a ghost because we had found bones under the house in the crawl space when we were replacing the foundation. Didn't think too much more about it and things kept happening to Bob for the next few months while we lived there and Bob started calling me a witch.
About 6 months later, we moved to an apartment in Ohio, because we could no longer afford to live in the house and had to move somewhere less expensive. And things kept happening there.
I received a phone call from my doctor in November of that year telling me I may possibly have cancer and I needed further testing. After the phone call, I went back to sleep because I was working 3rd shift, and while asleep, Bob said the glass storage jars for my flour and sugar were thrown off the shelves across the kitchen and busted on the opposite walls.
Also, a month after that, I was working at Red Lobster and my manager yelled at me after I asked him a question and embarrassed me a bit and made me a little angry. Fifteen minutes later he was trying to leave the kitchen with a full tray of food when he tripped over nothing on the floor and fell flat on his face. I had witnesses that said I was on the other side of the kitchen, but there were also witnesses that said they saw me trip him.
Over the next 20 years, Bob and I moved from the apartment in Toledo, Ohio to a house in Delta, Ohio to a duplex in Adrian, Michigan, to an apartment in Champlin, Minnesota and then to a townhouse in Brooklyn Park, Minnesota.
Over those years, things kept happening until in 1995. One night I was at the top of the townhouse thinking that pizza would be delicious for dinner. I really wanted some pizza but I was too lazy to go downstairs and tell my husband. About 1 hour later, I went downstairs and Bob was making pizza and I told him that is exactly what I wanted. He told me I had told him 30 minutes before when I was standing at the top of the basement stairs and told him pizza would be good for dinner. He told me he saw my legs and heard me tell him and yet I had never moved.
Over the last 10 years, we have moved from that townhouse to a single family home in Brooklyn Park and things continue to happen. Whatever is here has terrified one of my dogs, Dakota (husky/shepherd mix) who ran into the bedroom one night about 2 am and jumped on the bed and refused to look at the bedroom door, shaking really bad. After a few minutes I said out loud that they needed to stop scaring my dog because I needed to sleep to go to work in the morning. Bob was in Iraq at the time. A couple minutes later Dakota laid down and went to sleep. That happened many times.
Now, whatever is here, knocks on my parents' bedroom door early in the morning to wake them up, knocks on the inside of my closet door at midnight for 30 minutes straight for about 2 weeks at a time, has growled on the other side of the bathroom door in the middle of the night, has made coughing sounds that are just like my husband's in the family room in the middle of the night when he has been in bed with me. We've seen the knob on the stereo turn up by itself, things disappear and reappear, things are moved around, etc. I also see a shadow figure in my bedroom and bathroom quite often and sometimes he does try to scare me. I just have to tell him to stop.
So, I'm wondering if I created something way back when we lived in Ohio when I had all that negativity in my life and had it follow me from place to place? I just don't see how all of the places I have lived in could be haunted. My current home is only 40 years old and we are the second owners of the house. If it is something I created and it has followed me, how do I unmake it?