In my previous story I told you about being helped by an entity when I was living alone with my newborn daughter. Now I will tell you about being tormented by "someone" or "something" in the same apartment. I would like your opinion on whether this was the same entity or not.
My daughter was about 10 months old when her dad moved in with us. We had decided to give it another try. I had my reservations at first, the last 4 months of my pregnancy and the first 9 months of my daughter's life he had been absent. Even though I had gone through a lot of hardship on my own, I was young and in love so I figured why not. At first, it was not easy for either one of us, we still fought over every little thing, but we were both trying and we would eventually talk about how each of us had reacted and what we could do to stop fighting.
A couple of weeks after he moved in, I woke up in the middle of the night and realized he wasn't in bed. I stayed awake for a few minutes and he hadn't come back. I also didn't see that the restroom light was on. I got up, went out to the hallway/living room area and saw that he was standing with the drapes slightly open, peaking out the window. When I called out to him, he turned and had his finger to his lips signaling for me to be quiet. I got scared and stood frozen in place; he walked back to me and nudged me back in the bedroom. I asked him what was going on and he said that there was someone out there trying to get in. He said, "She wants to take the baby." I panicked and told him we needed to call the police but he insisted that "No, she's gone already." I kept asking who it was, how did he know "she" wanted to take the baby, why don't you want to call the police, etc. I relaxed a little when he said, "I just know." Then I figured he had a bad dream and/or was sleepwalking. I told him to lie down and go back to sleep.
A couple of nights later, the same thing. I would ask him about it in the morning the next day and he would remember everything, he would say that he couldn't sleep, that he had a feeling someone wanted to take the baby. I chalked it up to him having anxiety over being a new dad; I even thought he was on something but he was a health freak and had never even tasted beer.
He had been staying with us now for maybe 6 weeks when we were woke by my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs. This was unusual, my daughter slept through the night and this was not crying, this was screaming. So we bolt out of bed and run to her bedroom only to find that the door wouldn't open. Her dad was trying to force the door open while I wrung my hands in full panic mode. Finally her dad ran to the kitchen to get a knife to try to open the door while I stood there talking to my baby to get her to calm down. When her dad came back, before even trying the knife, he turned the knob and, guess what? The door opened. We were freaking out, we never even closed the door to her bedroom at night much less lock it.
After that incident, we always made sure we blocked the door with a trashcan so it wouldn't close. This was also the beginning of her night terrors. She did not like being in the apartment, she would constantly jump at every noise and would follow me even to the restroom. She stopped sleeping in her bedroom, she would cry bloody murder if we tried putting her down to sleep in there.
She was sleeping in our bed now and a few times while getting ready for bed the bedroom door would slam, no open windows, AC or even a fan. Picture frames would fall from the wall, perfume bottles were constantly knocked over. Once in the kitchen, while she was sitting in her baby chair a fork came "flying" out of nowhere and barely missed hitting her.
Sometimes she would be staring at something and would look frightened, then she would turn her back against a wall, shut her eyes and start crying. The weird thing is that she wasn't like that when she was at my parents' house. There she was a happy baby.
Her pediatrician said they were night terrors and didn't really offer any quick solution. My mother took her to see a Mexican "brujo" (witch). My mom told me that he practically just massaged her head and burned some plants or weeds while he did some praying. He told my mom that something very evil was trying to attach to her. He advised we get her out of there.
My daughter was now staying with my parents, her dad and I would spend most nights there too, just so we could be with her. And frankly, we were scared of the apartment. We had a lease and couldn't get out of it so we kept paying rent but were rarely there.
One day, I was at a park with my daughter and bought her a big helium balloon, one that had arms and legs made out of paper that would swing around. On my way back to my parents, I stopped by the apartment to get something and I didn't want to leave her alone in the car, so we both went in. I left her in the living room holding her balloon and told her I would be right out. I was getting some stuff into a duffel bag when I heard her screaming and crying. I ran out and saw that the balloon, instead of being stuck to the ceiling like it should have when not being held by the string, was "chasing" her around the coffee table. I picked her up and was kicking the balloon that kept sticking to my legs, stupid thing kept coming back. Meanwhile, my baby was hysterical and clinging to me for dear life, so I grabbed my keys and purse and ran out of there with her. As I was locking the door from the outside with my keys, I very clearly heard laughter coming from the inside.
I arrived at my parents' house still shaking and crying. My dad kept explaining something about static and why the balloon was sticking to us. I get it, but nothing explains the laughter or the fact that the balloon was full of helium and it should not have been gliding a few feet from the ground.
That was the last day either one of us stepped foot in that apartment. My soon to be husband at that time, his sister and his brother in law packed up all our stuff and moved everything out.
My daughter is all grown up now and even though she remembers many things from her childhood, she does not remember that apartment. She has had nightmares that she tells me about and describes the layout of that apartment.
Maybe it was a spirit that did not appreciate her dad moving in with us, but why torment my baby and not him? If this was a different spirit than the one that had helped me before, what happened to the "good" spirit, why didn't she help?
Just reliving all this makes my heart race, I'm actually shaking right now as I type. I've had many incidents involving spirits in my parents' house in Mexico but none have really scared me like this. I live in California now but spend the weekends in the house in Mexico. My mom moved out of the house and now lives in Nevada so we have a close friend of the family living there with her children. They have told me of some "unusual" activity going on right now. I'm getting ready to do a house cleansing, I'll let you all know how it turns out.