20 years ago I bought a house in St. Paul near Mounds Park. I went to bless my house with sage and my whole body started to jitter to the point I had to stop, everything was fine in the upper levels then the blessing in the basement was just nothing I have ever experienced. I'd have kept going, but my friend yelled stop as I was going pale. This was just the start.
We renovated the basement and as I was laying tile in the corner of the basement the most disgusting stench came out of nowhere. My cat at the time crouched on his belly, smelled it and backward crawled to the stairs very slowly like he was afraid.
Some months later my husband at the time began drinking heavily and began a very bad drug addiction.
One evening we watched tv and he made a loud sound like he was in pain, he reached to his calf like it was burning and had three red deep scratches.
My daughter heard terrible noises when she lived in our basement and we had a lice infestation and had to shave my grandsons head. We never got it. The three of us on the upper level were or so I thought were free and clear.
Shortly after we had black mold and flooding in the basement. My husband was turning into a pile of crap, treating me and my son badly. He even went after my daughter's boyfriend with a baseball bat. I protected myself with the Holy Spirit, salted around the house and did the best I could.
We divorced, there was a no knock raid on our house which was a total pitfall for the police and the total destruction of my marriage. I had a basic nervous breakdown just before this for no apparent reason. Anyway he went to prison, I stayed in the house until I could get enough for an apartment.
One evening my mother stayed with me and a damn bat flew out of the cat door we had installed on the basement door right up her frighten nightgown. That was my last laugh in that house.
Come to find out the plat of land/ property showed all that purchased this crap pile had died, divorced and went bankrupt. I went bankrupt and divorced also. I used to be optimistic and happy, I divorced my husband when he was in prison. I did find someone new, but I feel like something has attached to me. I am a depressive, have fibromyalgia, my back goes out almost monthly, I hear projected voices, most resent a boy calling for mom, previously my name in my dead brother's voice, and am an alcoholic now, I never ever expected that. I have seen things since all of this too, neighbors swing, just one swing when there is no wind, but was compelled to watch even though I would have poo pooed it away. I have a sense or extra sense, but am concerned that not all of these bad experiences are anything to do with my natural sensitivity. Of course there is much more to this story, but I'd be here for days. If anyone can give me any advice I will definitely appreciate it.