The year was coming to an end, with it being late October, 2009.
This was when I was still in my first marriage, and had just moved out from our apartment. At this time, I recently had found out that I was now pregnant, with my second son.
With us having to quickly find a new place to rent, due to our lease ending at the apartment we were staying at, as well as needing the extra room for our new coming addition, I finally found a place that seemed to meet what we wanted.
I wasn't able to be too picky with what we found, as all our other choices were pretty bad (the other places I looked at before the one we settled on, were falling apart).
Our new home was directly beside a busy road, but at the beginning of a decent neighborhood, with the street name being, Memory Lane.
Before we moved in our new place, I remember not being able to shake the weird feeling I would get, when looking at our new home. It started to make me worry as to why I felt the way I did, in fear of us having to live in another haunted house. But I tried to just push my feelings aside, and be happy with our new place.
When we finally had moved in, I could feel something off in our home. I knew that my fear had to be true, and that we were not the only ones in this home. I just hoped that whoever was there, was at least not anything bad.
Not long after living there, my oldest son (who was 4 at the time) started to wake me up at night, saying that the little boy in his room wouldn't let him sleep. I remember asking him more on the details, and him telling me that this boy keeps wanting him to play with him, and won't let him sleep. Naturally that had me freaked out, that not only do we have a child spirit in our new home, but that it's trying to play with my son, to the point that it won't let him go to sleep.
I would let my son sleep with me, whenever he came to me saying this, so he was able to sleep.
After being told about this little boy, whenever I would go into my son's room, I could sense a presence in there, that would try to hide really fast, either in my son's closet, or behind a wall that stuck further out, to where you had to go all the way into the room, to fully see that area.
There were times when I would be down stairs in the living room, watching tv, and I would keep seeing something in my peripheral vision. It looked like something was running into the living room, from the bottom of the staircase, to hide behind the couch, or recliner.
I have a male friend that would stay on our couch a lot, and he would constantly talk about seeing the same thing, and referred to it like a child playing hide and seek.
I thought it was crazy how he thought it to be a child, when my son was saying how he can see a little boy.
There was also times when my son's toys would randomly go off. One in particular toy, was a big car that had a remote to steer it with. It seemed to be the toy that went off the most. It got to the point where I was tired of it going off so much, that I just put it on top of the refrigerator. Not long afterwards, one night while sitting in our living room with my then husband, and a friend, we heard something in the kitchen. We realized that it was my son's car going off, that hasn't been touched in a few days, maybe weeks (sorry, I'm not sure on the details of how long it was). Freaked out by what we're hearing, we all slowly creep into the kitchen, and see the car on the fridge, flashing lights, going off (not actually moving or driving though, just noise). The remote to the car was still turned off, as well as the switch to the car itself. Needless to say, we all were pretty unnerved by seeing that.
There were times when we had people over, and they would ask us about my son being up stairs, when to their surprise, would see that he was down stairs. Apparently some of our friends and family would see a little boy at the top of our stairs, as they came into our house, because our front door was directly in front of our stairs, where you could clearly see to the top of the stairs as you came in.
After experiencing so much activity, I asked my friend to come and see our new place, and tell me what exactly I am dealing with here. This is the friend I mentioned being a lighthouse to spirits, and is able to see and communicate with them, in one of my previous submissions on here, called "Living with a lighthouse".
When my friend came over, as she walked through our front door, she immediately looked up to the top of our stairs, saying that she saw a little boy watching her come in. She decided to go upstairs, and sit in my son's room, since it seems to be where the little boy is at the most, and she said that she can see him trying to hide in the closet. I told her that I could feel him try to hide from me, whenever I would come in there.
I asked her about the little boy, and why does it seem wherever I go, there's always something where I live. She told me that the little boy was lonely, and what she believed was that he may not have exactly had any ties to this home, but was more so attracted to me, because I'm a mother, and pregnant.
She said that she doesn't believe that everywhere I live is haunted exactly, but that I'm somehow attracting them to me.
Which I guess makes me more sensitive to the paranormal, but I'm fine with how I feel them, as having the ability to actually see and talk to them, would scare me too much.
At one point, towards the end of my pregnancy, my son had asked me where his dad just went, and I told him that he's been gone for a few hours now. He said that he saw him walk through the living room, into the hallway, as he was about to walk into the living room. For some reason, I was curious if he had actually saw his grandfather, that had passed away before I knew his dad. My son's dad, looked just like his own dad when he was his age. So I grabbed the one photo we just recently got at that time from a family member, of my husbands dad, and showed it to my son. He said that's who he saw.
I told this later to my husband, and after what all happened in our personal life while living there, he said he couldn't help but wonder if his dad visiting was a sign to him. As far as I know, that was the only time my son ever saw his grandfather.
Living in this home for me, never really felt warm, or inviting, but honestly I consider that to be because of my personal life while living there, affecting the mood. As for that bad feeling I got whenever I would look at this home, I also believe to be because of my personal life. Unfortunately while living there, I found out that I was being cheated on, and was abused to the point of our family breaking up, and since then, was never able to fix what all went wrong in that marriage, despite how much I tried.
I believe the feeling I got when I first saw this place, was because I knew it would be where my first marriage would end. That feeling of dread, and nothing but negative energy is what I had in that home.