In my previous post I stated that I do have a history of mental illness. I have still not had any symptoms the past 6-7 years or so and I have been off medication for around 5 of them. Just to get that cleared up. 😊
I was in a quite abusive relationship at the time and I will need to mention one episode of this - this is a trigger warning. Please do not feel sorry for me, I got to know my own strength through this and came out even stronger.
In 2016 I rented this very nice little terraced house quite close to my partner's (at the time - obviously not anymore) house and he was supposed to move in there with me. I will call him D. Due to his escalating violent behavior, I wouldn't let him move in with me. It was only my name on the lease, thankfully, and this left me with bills about twice as big as I could afford. He was, of course, very frustrated by this and so became even worse. I kept hoping he would "come to his senses" and so I didn't really decorate the place, waiting for him to maybe move in, and due to lack of funds.
The previous tenant of the house had died, likely of old age and very likely in the house itself. The bedroom floor had waves like something wet had seeped down there. I kept getting her old posts, putting it away for later as it didn't seem very important and I didn't want to make a lot of trips to the post office.
I began to feel a vibe shortly after moving into the house. I felt watched and I certainly did not feel welcome. Not menacing or evil, just quite offended that I was intruding in this space.
From all her old posts I knew her name so I'll call her IE. She had kept the garden very beautifully with some of my favorite flowers. Clearly a lot of energy had been put into this garden and I believe she had lived there for a long time, might even be the first tenant as the houses were built in the early 90s.
Things got worse and worse. Combined with my fear of D coming round doing his crazy stuff, I didn't feel at ease at any time. I had D's dog (whom I love dearly and still miss terribly) over as D had to go out to work. The only time I could fall asleep without having some show running on my laptop to distract me was when the dog was there with me.
I had this dream while having a nap on my bed with the dog. I have had this type of dream a few times, it doesn't feel like usual dreams - it feels real. Like I can feel everything going on, wind on my face, sand under my feet - just like being awake and, to some degree, in control of my actions. Anyway I dreamt that I had to leave the house for something, going to the supermarket or something like that. I was outside and about to lock my door with my key in, and I somehow felt that IE was on the other side with her key in the door. There isn't actually a key hole on the inside but a latch to operate the lock, but in dreams anything can happen.
We were kind of wrestling with the keys, each trying to be the one to lock the door. Then I had the idea that if I looked through the glass panels in the door I would see her. Up until this point I had deliberately avoided looking through the glass every time I used it. I could feel someone there and I was scared what I would see. But in the dream I found the courage and I looked through the glass. It was just an old lady, looking a little frail, with one of those walking aids to hold onto. She looked like my grandma quite a bit.
Immediately I stopped being afraid of her at all. I used my "teacher voice" (most of my family are teachers - we all have that voice when necessary) and said "I E this is MY house!" and then I locked the door. I woke up shortly after. There was no more of this unpleasant vibe after that. A;though I would almost always feel like I wasn't alone, the house felt welcoming and, most importantly, it felt like my home. The dog stopped panting when she was there and relaxed.
Then stuff started happening. D had given me a little bundle of lavender flowers after some fight and I had hung them to dry on a cabinet handle, one of those that hang over the kitchen tabletop. Sometimes they would start swinging wildly - especially when something had happened and I was feeling sad or scared or powerless.
I would find those flowers in strange places, like on tables and shelves. Sometimes when I was bent over taking the leash off the dog one little lavender flower would land right by my feet, right in my field of view. For this to happen the lavender would have to come out of the bundle, fly about 1.5 meters and around a corner - and every window and door would be closed when I was out of the house so no draft wind or anything. This happened quite often, maybe once per week, and they would always fall right by my feet.
When I was going to sleep I could feel something moving back and forth next to my bed very quickly. When the dog was there she would clearly see something, lightly panting, moving her head from side to side to follow it. Then I would get out of bed, put on my "teacher's voice" and say something like, "You are scaring my dog. We will sleep now. Good night. Get out" and hold open the door until I felt the something move past me out the door. Then the dog would calm down and we would go to sleep. I felt like something was trying to tell me something maybe, but I never found out what.
After some time D would no longer allow the dog over so I had no one to comfort me. That's when I started feeling someone gently stroking my back when I was upset. My grandma used to do this when I was a small kid. This happened a few times, maybe ten in all, and only when I was extremely upset. It really comforted me.
One more thing happened - this is probably not a pleasant read. When I definitively decided that this D would not be moving in (this was also the time I started preparing to get out of the relationship but that took almost a year to fulfill), he got extremely angry. I ran from his house up to my own, but he had a key to the front door. I did not have time to barricade it (as I had done before) so I simply locked the inner door to the hall. It was a thin, plywood kind of door but at least it would give me enough time to escape out through the garden if he tried to kick it in and my neighbors would surely hear it. He didn't though.
The fuse cabinet was out there so he simply turned off the electricity to the whole house. As I was already very afraid, it really did terrify me that I was now in complete darkness. I heard the front door go and waited as long as I could before I opened the inner door to get to the fuse cabinet. That was a mistake.
He was right out there and I couldn't close the inner door back up before he had rammed his way through it. This threw me down on the floor and as I tried to get back up he jumped on my back, pushing me down flat on my stomach. He tried to get his hand and arm around my neck to strangle me to submission (he had done this a lot before) but of course I wouldn't let him. So we wrestled around there for a bit - it was hard for me to breathe with his knee in my back and to be honest the details get a little fuzzy here, I must have panicked. The next thing I remember was that I got my upper body a little up from the tile floor and so got enough air down my lungs to scream. At this time he was more lying than sitting on top of me I think. So I screamed as loud as I possibly could. I was pretty certain he would kill me right there if he could, but the front door was still open and I hoped he would be scared that the neighbors would come running. Yes, he is a huge coward. He ran off and was gone before I had stopped screaming.
Now for the strange part. As I don't remember the details from a bit of time there, I don't know why he suddenly loosened his grip so I could get up enough to scream. I don't know how I would have enough strength to push him off. I find it strange that he would do it himself, it wouldn't be like him as he knew how to fight (at least to some extent).
A few days later, as we had "made up", he showed me that his ribs were cracked, he had a huge bruise on his left side. At first I thought it was from when he rammed the door but that's on the wrong side for that. He very clearly stated that it was me who had done it, but I just don't see how I could have had the strength or the movement to reach when I was pressed flat on my stomach.
What I think happened was that IE helped me again. I believe she saved my life that night. I don't see how I could still be alive if someone else had not intervened.
When I got out of the relationship I had to move to the other end of my country, and he still went looking for me there but luckily he never figured out exactly where I lived. I was very sad that I had to leave my little house behind. I had wonderful experiences there, some a bit paranormal. I also don't know if it was my grandma watching out for me, she was certainly a very strong lady, or if it really was the former tenant.