Let me begin by giving you a picturesque vision of the house where it seemed as though time had stood still.
The year was 2005, and we had found a very charming older house in the historic part of downtown Pocatello, Idaho. I was really drawn to this place because of it's 1940's - 1950's feel. It had all the original carpeting and wallpaper from that time period. It even had the original stove (which proved to be more inconvenient when it came to baking, due to the very small oven space).
I recall, while looking through each of the bedrooms, hanging up on the inside of closet doors was an album insert of Perry Como. You know something that a young teenage girl would do if it were her bedroom. It was one of his early albums.
I asked the realtor what the story of the house was, why it seemed as though no one had lived in it since the 1950's. The realtor stated that an elderly woman had lived in it since the 40's, she had raised her daughter there and then passed away a year prior to it being available for rent.
This information intrigued me and I fell in love with the place. We moved right in. I decided to take the "Perry Como" room as my own and left his picture right where it sat.
Immediately after moving in problems with the house started happening right and left. Things like the bathroom flooding, the kitchen flooding, the toilet quit working. We had plumbing companies come in each time and fix whatever the problem was, just to have something else go wrong. The stove even quit working.
On one of the first nights in the house I was laying in my bed, it was late at night with the television buzzing in the background. I had started to nod off, when I was instantly jolted wide awake by something heavy slamming on the floor at the foot of my bed. I didn't know what it was or why it had happened, but I got the feeling that someone did not agree with my falling asleep with the television still on. After that night I made a point to always shut off the tv before I fell asleep.
In between mine and my kids room was a small hallway and I had set a little lamp on a table in it for them in case they had to get up in the middle of the night. On a few occasions I would hear movement outside my door in that hallway and, thinking it was one of the boys getting up to use the restroom, I would lay there looking at my bedroom door, waiting for them to come get me up asking to be tucked in. The door had a small space at the bottom and a skeleton key hole, which allowed me to actually see that someone was infact walking around in the hallway. When I would get up to check on them, they were always sound asleep.
I had made a sort of painting nook down in one of the corners of the unfinished basement. I swear that I was never alone down there. It was so bad that I just quit going down there all together.
I started to notice that I always felt ill, as if I had the flu or something. Oddly enough whenever I got out of the house for a little while, I would feel perfectly fine. I also noticed that my ex-husband and I were always arguing and I never knew why, but we seemed to be so angry with each other for no reason.
We only lived there for probably 3 months, otherwise who knows what more would have happened. I strongly feel that the elderly lady decided that was HER home and was pretty set in her ways and was not very welcoming to outsiders.