**This is a recount of my family's experiences over a few years in a condo we lived in. Because of all the events we experienced, there will be two parts to this story, this is part one.**
I grew up mainly in apartments, but my mother always had a dream of owning her own home. Back then we lived in a suburb of Portland, Oregon in a city called Beaverton. In the late 90s the area experienced rapid growth. Part of the forest areas were mowed down to make space for a new elementary school, large grocery stores, and a the beautiful gated condo community.
Eventually, my mother convinced my father to purchase one of the beautiful condos. It was the very last one in the building available, even the realtor mentioned how no one seemed to choose it. But my mom was in love with it, and to unload the lingering condo, they gave us a bit of a deal.
It was a row house style condo - three stories tall. The garage on the bottom floor, kitchen and living room on the second, and the two bedrooms and bathrooms on the third.
My family was so hopeful. We bought new furniture and I started in a new school I actually liked. My parents, being of Catholic faith, had a priest bless our new home.
Life was normal, for about a year.
Then one day I was doing my homework at the large dining room table. Focused on my studying, the room was quiet. Then suddenly I felt as if someone was watching me, very closely. I looked up but no one was there.
Trying to ignore the feeling, I went back to studying. Moments went by and the feeling of the eyes got stronger, closer somehow. Like someone was walking toward me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw nothing. But now the goosebumps up my arms started, the air was thick.
Sitting very still I kept my eyes down, until I felt the gaze just inches from the side of my face. It was as if someone was standing face to face with me - their eyes inches from my skin. The feeling intensified until I got up from the table and ran away, running to my dad who was upstairs.
Nights later I was walking into my bedroom, and a small light floated across the middle of the space, before disappearing into thin air.
I later found out they were called Orbs. And there were always a couple floating around at night, some were white, some where other colors but they disappared quickly. I thought it was a trick of the eyes for a while, but later my theory would be put to the test.
As the feelings of being watched continued for me, my parents admitted to having their own experiences too.
My mother would often work the night shift at her job. When she would come home from work at night, she would unwind with a cup of tea in the kitchen.
She said she would hear loud bangs coming from the third floor, like someone was dropping heavy objects on the floor. When she would go upstairs to check on everyone, there would be nothing out of place, and everyone was sleeping.
My dad was doing dishes in the kitchen at the sink and out of the blue he heard someone shout right in his ear, but he was completely alone.
Around this time is when the poking started.
First with me in the shower, in the middle of my lower back. Then my dad, again when he was in the kitchen, in the same spot as me, in his lower back. It was always just one quick jab/poke in the back, almost as if someone was trying to get our attention or playing a joke.
There were days and sometimes weeks when nothing would happen, giving us a sense of normalcy. It was during one of these weeks that I was coming up the stairs to the third floor to get ready for bed. Just at the top of the stairs, I looked up into my bedroom.
In the darkness, my room was filled with hundreds of light orbs. All sizes and colors, swirling around one another. I was frozen in wonder. Unable to believe what I was seeing. But they were all there.
As I continued to watch all the orbs, a large bright white orb came through the middle of the room and they all followed, disappearing a second later.
I still have a hard time believing what I saw, and have no explanation. My bedroom was at the back of our condo, facing another condo building, not near any roads that could produce headlights.
It was at this point that my parents tried a second blessing on the condo. I'm not sure than any of us believed it would help, but we weren't sure where else to turn.
By now my parents and I were believers that something was definitely going on in our home, but nothing would prepare us for what would happen next.