I'm new here, but have been reading for a long time. A "lurker" if you will. I have had paranormal experiences for as long as I can remember! My grandmother was straight from Russia, and also had "extra senses". I do believe I inherited whatever "gifts" I have from both her and my father (her son).
It is not just limited to spirits, or other entities, but also prophetic dreams, "gut instincts" (something bad is going to happen, I need to call so-and-so to ensure that they are ok), am very empathic, etcetera.
My husband, who is my high school sweetheart, is also sensitive. I don't believe he can pick up everything that I do as far as my abilities with actual humans, but he is capable of sensing, seeing, and talking to entities. I also believe our children are also gifted (my oldest often talked to a young girl in a previous home we rented at a different base, and my toddler son has talked about "ghosts" here, even though I've never spoken about any of it to them). Anyway! On to the story.
A little over a year ago, we decided to purchase our first house. Being a military family, we got tired of the constant moves. It made us feel horrible to basically "take" our kids away from their friends. My husband also hated having to be away. It felt like we had nothing to show for nearly a decade of marriage, all our children, and felt generally unstable for them, as they don't deal well with change like that.
We are native to NE Ohio, but there wouldn't be work there for what my husband does as a career, so we decided to stay out here. We searched long and hard for homes. There was one I absolutely adored, with a greenhouse actually attached to the front of the home by glass sliding doors! The only problem was I was pregnant... And it wouldn't have enough rooms for all our children. At the last moment, my husband found a house close enough to his work. I honestly didn't really want to go see it, but he talked me into it. So he called our realtor and had him schedule a walk-through!
The day we were supposed to go see the home, the owners cancelled on us. Buying the home was actually quite difficult, and they put up a struggle. It wasn't a foreclosure and the owners willingly decided to put the home up for sale! We scheduled another walk-through later on, and off we went!
As we pulled up to the home, a young woman about my age was packing up a child into the car and pulling away. I waved and smiled, but was met with a scowl. When we walked up the driveway, and up the front stairs, right in front of the door, we found a soiled towel that smelled putrid, like vomit.
We looked around at the neighborhood from the front stairs, and it seemed pretty nice! We don't have any "close" friends out here to ask about the neighborhoods and such, so we went based off the look. It was a small community. Everyone waved as we passed if they were outside. It was like the community I grew up in Ohio. Small, clean, close-knit; everything we wanted our children to experience! The realtor opened the door, and we were met with all kinds of animal smells!
I think to myself, ok... We can fix that. Whatever. We walk around inside the home, and I'm just unimpressed. It was spacious, had a wonderful layout, enough rooms for all, was well-lit, and just a little dirty. You could tell the owner hadn't cleaned up for a walk-through, but that was ok. We went out the back door to reveal a VERY spacious yard; nearly an acre! It was perfect in my husband's eyes. Somehow I just wasn't at all impressed, even though the house perfectly suited our needs space-wise, yard-wise for my gardening, etc.
We go back to our tiny, cramped home and discuss the matter further. My husband talks me into agreeing with him on making an offer. We make an initial offer, to be shot down and countered. We accepted the counteroffer and began all the tedious paperwork along with scheduling appointments for inspections.
We hit Sunday night, and I get a call from my realtor at 7PM saying that the owners are cancelling the housing inspection. I immediately pick up the feeling that they are doing this on purpose (I was correct, but we will get to that later). I frantically call every housing inspector I can to schedule another appointment for Wednesday instead of Monday. By 10PM I had everything scheduled, and had gotten the owner's approval.
Housing inspection comes back with a few things that needed to be fixed. We have a struggle with the owners to fix the items that would make it fail and finally get them to sign off on it.
On Saturday I get a call from my realtor at noon, saying that the owners want to cancel the contract and are offering us $500 to get out of the sale. We say no. We honestly really needed the space with a 4th baby coming, we'd already signed a contract and everything! My realtor calls theirs and tells her no, and that if they break the contract, his clients (us) will take him to court!
At this point, I'm frustrated, emotional, 6 months pregnant, and egging my husband to just let it go. Telling him we'd find something better; that this is too much of a PITA. He is absolutely dead-set on *this* house! We get a call back that they offered $1,000 and our escrow payment back if we back out of the contract. My husband, again, says no.
Fast forward to the signing table. My husband is about to leave for a trip with his unit. He wants the keys before he goes. We go in, sign the paperwork, and are told they meet the owners Wednesday and should have the keys by Friday, April 7th. We get the keys late on Friday and my husband gets to see it before he leaves the next morning.
The people left it trashed. They took things they weren't supposed to take. My realtor is furious because they've slammed holes in the doors, and also because he said there was a heated argument at the signing table on their end.
My mom hires a maid to clean the home for me. We have to rip up the flooring and install new flooring and finally - FINALLY - we can move in!
At first, everything seemed ok while we were fixing it up. But after one night in the house, I feel uncomfortable. Jumpy, panicky, feel like I'm being watched... I didn't say anything to my husband, but he seems irritable and jumpy himself. I'm having issues staying asleep. I'm waking up at 3AM every morning and can't sleep after that. He works nights, and it's quiet, but I feel like I'm not alone... Something is lurking. It is not the worst encounter I've ever had, but it was gnawing at me. It especially hits hard in the basement. The basement is finished and has bedrooms where our 2 oldest sleep.
Finally my husband says something one night. He threw a load of laundry in, and I heard him come barreling up the stairs. All he said was, "There's something in this house." He described to me the same feelings I've had.
Not too long after that night, I was outside gardening in the front yard. I couldn't handle being stuck in the house anymore when it was so pretty outside! I took a much needed break from unpacking, and spent a glorious afternoon in the sun! I was approached by an older female with really long, grey hair. She was in her 50's and introduced herself as J. She told me a bit about herself and asked me about my family. She was nice!...But something was off about her (I still maintain this stance and keep my distance from her. Her husband is an absolute riot and my husband and I like him). Then she asked why in the heck we wanted the cursed house! I was in shock and asked her what she meant.
She told me she remembers when the house was built (2004). She said the first family that moved in was very happy. She said after they moved in, the kids started behaving terribly, the couple started having violent fights, and it resulted in a divorce. She said they sold the home, went their separate ways, and that was that. She mentioned that the husband was really nice and personable, but that there was something off about the wife, and left it at that. She said the family who bought the house was also fine when they moved in, only to start having problems. She would hear them fight through open windows, and she said the husband was a horrible man with a bad temper. (We figured since we noticed one of the children's rooms lock was on the OUTSIDE of the door, facing the hallway so she could be locked in.) She said there was something off about that man, but that the wife seemed nice, though she didn't talk much. This couple, apparently, had decided on a divorce as well, and then we bought the house. My neighbor told me she hoped we wouldn't follow the curse and end up divorced as well. I told her that we'd already been through our hel*s and we would absolutely survive! We parted ways and said goodnight.
My neighbor invited me to her 30 year old son's birthday party. I wanted to go and bring the kids, since last year she'd invited a lot of people and no one bothered to show up. Her son has down syndrome, and he loved talking to my kids when he'd walk the dogs past, so we went. A lot of their church members were there (they are LDS) and she introduced me to them. They all ended up saying that they hoped we knew about the curse in the home and that they'd pray that we wouldn't fall victim to it as the previous owners had. I reassured many different people that we would break that curse!
I didn't tell anyone about the feelings we got in the house. The general negative feelings we'd get. Somehow I knew my kids could feel it as well. They had (and have) issues sleeping. My toddler would insist on sleeping in our bed with us. Even when we would tuck him in his bed after he was asleep, he would wake up and come over to our bed. He still does. My oldest son reports waking up in the middle of the night, being creeped out, and unable to fall back asleep. My middle son cries and throws hissy fits to avoid going to sleep. Then, we had my daughter. Spoiled, she slept in our bed for the first 6 months, like all my babies have. We started transitioning her to her crib, only to be met by defiance. Needless to say, she's 8 months old now and it's still a work in progress.
But on top the feelings we have, there have been unexplained things. Noises, bad luck (everything is breaking. Not unexpected in a home, but it seems to happen all at one time and things we have fixed have re-broken. Cars, financial issues, etc. Everything is falling apart at the seams!). We have been arguing since we moved in this place. Some arguments have been pretty heated, where my husband has put his hands on me (and while pregnant too). He has never done that. We've been dating since I was 15 and he's never hurt me.
As of last night, I understood why my son doesn't want to sleep in his room... I knew there was a negativity in this house, and I knew they picked up on it, but the activities don't start until all my kids are asleep and I'm awake alone while my husband is at work.
My most recent activity was in my youngest son's room. I felt a strong presence, but it didn't feel horrible. Like I've mentioned, I've been around demons that would make you feel nauseous and make them feel like there was a block of ice in the pit of your stomach, as well as scratch, hit, bruise, make your hair stand on end. This wasn't *that* bad. But it wasn't good, either. It felt like there was electricity in the air; energized, staticky, and waiting. Whatever I felt was neither male nor female; genderless. I have felt this before in previous encounters.
I had my oldest kids go to bed in their rooms. They were safe. I've blessed the home myself (I have dabbled in several religions, including Wiccan. My husband has as well. I am actually very proficient at staving off even some of the most malevolent entities I've encountered. I'm frightened, but I turn the fear to anger and great strength. It's all instinctual and always has been... Even well before the Wiccan years...). Anyway, I sent my older 2 down to their rooms, and I knew they would be ok. Whatever it was, was upstairs. I kept my infant daughter and my toddler son in my room. They fell asleep peacefully in my bed, and the noises started.
My youngest son has a toy kitchen in his room. It has batteries and the burners will bubble and turn on blue for maybe 15-20 seconds when you hit the buttons. The batteries are fresh and have been replaced. They are not old. I hear the bubbler go off. I mute the TV to ensure that's what I hear, but it's stopped. I keep the TV muted while I play Tetris on my phone, and it starts again. This time it goes off and goes continuously for about 2 minutes (the cycle never ended like it does in a few seconds, it just kept going and going for 2 minutes)! I am also hearing some knocking coming from in there. I shout "Knock it off, you're going to wake up my kids!" It immediately stops. I text my husband and let him know to hurry up and get home and the why. As soon as I told him it stopped bubbling, it starts again and goes for several minutes without breaking the cycle. I shout "Would you *please* stop playing with my son's toys?!" Again, it stops the moment I finish my question.
Now... My question is, how can I stop all this from happening? I've blessed my home, and everything. I'm unsure if I'm missing something or what. Is this residual energy from the negativity of the previous owners of this home or something else? Is whatever this is a result of the negativity associated with the house? While I'm at it, I do believe that walls can soak up energy like a sponge (previous experience). I believe everything has its own vibrational pattern. This ties in with several complex theories and ideas I have (now being found true with quantum sciences).
I will say that I am not a Bible thumper (no offense). I believe in God, and I believe in Jesus (not as the Bible states or portrays based on endless amounts of research), but I have taken with me a piece of every religion I have ever studied and made my own that suites us, as a family and all. Any help would be appreciated.
I want my children to sleep in their beds safe and sound, like any mother would. I would do whatever I had to to protect them, including piss off a spirit until it leaves. While I do have fears, I turn it into vicious anger and strength. I have never been unable to get rid of anything, but I feel as though maybe my attempt at a good deep cleanse I left something amiss or maybe I didn't do it properly per the situation (I have never faced a "curse", only entities). Thank you for any help and I apologize this was so long and drawn out.