I have had a lot of paranormal experiences throughout my life, but none that were as personally targeted at me as this one. My boyfriend and I had just moved into his mother's house in Laguna Vista, TX. It was a beautiful 3 bedroom home, and the deal was as long as we went to school (college), we were able to live rent free during that time frame. As long as we kept an eye on his other family members' houses in the same neighborhood because they were "winter Texans", aka seasonal residents and needed someone to watch over them.
We moved there from Green Bay, WI so we were LOVING the weather change. Jon started school for computer business systems and I started as a medical assistant.
So about 2 months into our move I started noticing little things turning up missing when I needed them, like notes for one of my classes that I KNEW I had, but couldn't find ANYWHERE. Of course the minute I didn't need those notes anymore they would just "appear" on my computer desk, as plain as day when I KNOW they weren't there the day before when I desperately needed them.
Then things started getting worse. The mood in the house started becoming much more "heavy", and "unpleasant", stressful even, between Jon and my relationship. We had been together for 5 years at this point, and never even considered breaking up once.
Jon never believed in the paranormal so he always thought my suggestions that ghosts were responsible for certain unexplainable events as an excuse to not take responsibility for my own mistakes. As you can imagine, that was extremely stressful. Especially when we would be watching TV and all of a sudden it would just shut off on its own and the remote was at the end of the bed in plain sight out of both our reach. Ok, the TV shutting off on its own may be explainable by being a bad connection or an older TV but when it turned back on by itself just as Jon reached for the remote to turn it back on, and the volume started going all the way up to full blast on its own was something even HE couldn't explain away to electrical problems.
So after about 6 months I was just plain tired of having to literally sleep with a bible physically touching my skin in order to feel comfortable enough to go to bed at night. One night I was out cold when all of a sudden I heard something totally not human say "Chelllseaaa" literally right in my ear to the point where whatever said my name would have had to literally have its lips almost DIRECTLY INSIDE my earlobe it was so close and clear and LOUD!
I absolutely freaked out, woke Jon up at 3 am to tell him what happened. I had enough. It was one thing to be having a ghost playing pranks on me, but that wasn't what was going on anymore. This ghost, or whatever it was, had a personal grudge against me at this point. Jon even "felt" different. The very next night, the SAME thing happened to him with it saying his name. I have never been more scared to see HIM rattled because that's when I KNEW we HAD to do SOMETHING and our problems were very serious and very real.
We moved out 23 days later and NEVER went back to even visit!