Hope this is not too long, I will try to edit as much as I can but I feel that the information I leave is relevant to the story.
My parents purchased their retirement house in Mexico almost 25 years ago; they lived in that house for about 20 years. My children, my siblings and I have very fond memories of this house. This is where we had all the family gatherings and spent all the holidays.
I have a big family so during those family gatherings we filled up all six bedrooms with people sleeping on couches and in sleeping bags and inflatable mattresses in the living room. One of our favorite things to do (besides eating) was to sit around and tell ghost stories, seemed like every family member had one to tell. Many of the stories had to do with things that would happen in that house, there was talk about noises at night, shadows, things going missing, blankets pulled, you know, the usual ghost activity. It seemed like almost everyone had experienced something at one time or another.
My father passed away in 2010 and my mother moved to Nevada with my sister about two years ago. I live and work in San Diego, which is only a few miles away from the house so I spend most weekends there.
At first, the house would be empty all week. My kids and I would go on Friday evenings and return to San Diego Sunday nights so the kids could attend school and I could go to work. My kids love having two houses and living in two different countries, they were taking the best of both "worlds". Anyway, one Friday evening when we arrived at the house in Mexico we noticed the front door was wide open, we also saw some of our things laying out in the front yard. Someone had broken in. They pretty much wiped us out of everything but the furniture. We were devastated, not so much for the material things they took but because we no longer felt safe. What was I going to do now? I did not want to stop coming to this big beautiful house that held so much cherished memories. But someone already knew this house was vacant during the week and they would keep coming back and taking whatever was there.
My kids and I didn't get much sleep that night but the next morning went out to warn our neighbors in case the thieves struck again. We went across the street and spoke to the housekeeper. She had lived in that house with her two children for the last 15 years. The owners of the house travelled a lot so most of the time they were gone. After telling her of the brake in she confided that the owners of the house where she lived had sold the house and had given her only 2 months to move out. I immediately saw this as a sign; this was the answer to my prayers! I made her an offer, come stay across the street in my house. She wouldn't have to pay rent, only split the bills with me, they could have the two bedrooms downstairs and they would pretty much have the house all to themselves during the week. She loved the idea so two months later they moved in.
Patty, her son and daughter have been staying in my house since October of 2017. The living arrangements worked out great, we both have teenage daughters that became instant best friends. Patty's son Adrian, is 25 years old, he is the nicest guy, he works all day yet still has time to do the (much needed) handy work around the house. He has a 7 year old son, Ian, that lived with his mom and only got to see every other weekend. Adrian and Ian's mom had an agreement that Ian would come live with Adrian when he started school. Well, Ian started school a few weeks ago and is now living in my house.
For the last couple of weeks we have all noticed some weird things going on around the house. At first, I did not want to say anything because I didn't want to scare them off but there are things you just can't ignore or pretend didn't happen.
Last Saturday I was in the kitchen making lunch and everyone was outside cleaning the yard and watering plants. I noticed some of the doors to the pantry and cupboards in the kitchen were open so I would close them only to find them open seconds later, this happened several times. I kept hearing growling noises coming from a broom closet, I checked it out several times and there was nothing there. When we were all having lunch in the dining room, two cups that were sitting on the breakfast bar just slid across and fell, we all witnessed this.
Adrian told us that a couple of days before he was dozing off in the living room sofa when a pillow was thrown at him; he was the only one home. I was in the restroom Saturday night when one of my decorative towels fell of the rack. This towel never gets used; it is neatly folded and hung from the middle. My son keeps insisting that we're having earthquakes because he feels his bed shake at night; nobody else feels these earthquakes and they are not reported on the internet.
The house has this weird vibe that it didn't have before, even if we would hear and see things on occasion. Now the house suddenly feels big, cold, dark and not welcoming. It's hard to explain. You feel watched all the time. I'm a grown woman afraid to go to the restroom at night!
These are just some of the things that are happening in my house right now. We all lived with peace and quiet for months and cannot think of any change other than Ian moving in. We are all really freaked out right now.
I am getting ready to do a house cleansing but need some advice. Could it be that Ian brought something with him, or maybe something in the house doesn't like him? And if so, will cleansing the house help since it's not really the house but something attached to Ian?
I have not told anybody in the house my theory about Ian being the cause of the ghost activities. I feel bad saying it out loud; he is just a kid and I do not want to offend.