So this is just a quick background on the house I grew up in.
I moved into this house when I was four just tuning five. I had one experience when I was younger which I have written about. Years went by with nothing happening. Or at least nothing major. I had this necklace my father bought me as a surprise when I was 13, it was a large cross made up with clear dimonte on the outside and blue dimonte in the middle. I loved it and wore it all the time until my aunt told me it was unlucky to wear a cross before having it blessed by a priest. I stopped wearing it but kept it in my jewelry box as I was intending on getting it blessed. 3 weeks later I went up stairs to get the necklace so I could have it blessed but it was gone, no where to be found. I always assumed one of my sisters must have taken a liking to it and wasn't much surprised when they denied it, as growing up we always borrowed each others things.
Two years went by and I'd forgotten about the necklace, that was until I found it between the floor boards as I was cleaning my room. I thought to myself, "I must have dropped it back when I couldn't find it" and this is what I believed. I placed it in my jewelry box and went down to tell my Mam I had found it. She laughed and said I should be more careful in future.
The next morning I woke up and got ready for school and went to get the necklace to bring into the priest to get blessed, (I wasn't overly religious at this stage in my life but thought there would be no harm in it) but when I opened it the necklace was gone. I couldn't believe it and this is the first time I suspected something out of the ordinary. I don't know why I just got this feeling.
My older sister was living out of home at college and my younger sister had her own room. Now I'm not saying she definitely hadn't taken it but to this day she swears she never took it and it was the first time I felt there might be something else in the house.
I no longer live in the house, but my sister still lives there and over the past month I've been spending the night on and off with getting all my stuff sorted for moving to a new County. The house I'm in now feels absolutely "clean" I suppose is the best word. The air feels clean lol I know sounds ridiculous. My old home however, even when I was alone in the house I never truly felt alone.
Something happened me my first night back two weeks ago, it hadn't happened in over a year and frightened me for the first time in years, as I was used to it in the past. I was sleeping and woke to my blankets being tugged from me. I pulled them back up and turned on my side playing cool while my heart beated through my chest. It's silly it would have this effect on me as it has happened a lot in the past.
So this is what I mean by not feeling alone, always feeling a presence in it. I'm loving my new place at the moment as it's so clear and I haven't felt the need to use sage.
Hope this was an interesting read for you.