In my last story, Shadow People and Webby encounter I touched base with things that happened in the past. I did have doubts about the Old Hag in that story, and it has come back recently, but never in my own bed. Now I am able to wake myself and make it stop, it just doesn't have the same hold over me as it once had.
When I was pregnant, I had an experience when I woke up in the spare bedroom hearing a door slam. As I sat up and cleared my head, I heard the sound of dog toe nails scrapping on linoleum. It sounded like a large dog, like a Labrador. It sounded like the click - clack of nails. I grabbed a metal pole belonging to a disassembled shelf, and searched my apartment. I was scared because an animal really had to be disillusioned maybe rabid to go up steps to get into this place. There was no dog. I know it wasn't my neighbor's dog because it is kennel trained, and is a small dog, I did find out later that she had put her dog in a facility and went out of town that Friday as well.
I dismissed the idea eventually and had nearly forgotten it until about two weeks ago. We were having a series of small fast moving thunderstorms, tornadoes, and high winds. Being this house isn't the sturdiest of constructions, as it is old and in some disrepair, (landlord is VERY OLD) I called my mom to come get me and the baby. When she got here, I was finishing packing up my diaper bag when we heard the back door slam, HARD. The floor in the back of the place is sinking with the house. If you set a ball on the floor it rolls towards the back of the kitchen. So when I open the back door to get the air moving in the house, as I had that day, or even when it is open just two feet, it is wedged very well into the floor and does not move without a good bit of effort. There is no way the wind could have moved that door, I had it as far open as I could possibly make it go, so it was wedged good! As my mom and I headed to the back, we heard the dog steps. When we got to the dining room, and as I checked the door, my mother got very uncomfortable and insisted we go. She said she felt like something didn't want us there. She thinks it might have even been a protective force with the storm brewing and all.
Another thing to happen recently, I heard the front door close, the distinct sound of sleigh bells I have on it. Then I hear Jeff's computer chair move as if he had gotten up and the chair bumped the desk. Then I hear steps down the hallway, and sounded like Jeff's clunky way of tromping around the house with keys and change jingling. I called out to him... No answer. So I get up out of bed, peek into the living room, and there is nobody. I looked in the back of the house, nobody. I called Jeff's cell phone and asked if he had just been home, and he said he hadn't, he was in Henderson. This has started happening at least once a week. I don't know what to think of it.
Something else freaking me out is that darn nursery! There are some times when I feel something not good is watching me and my son as I feed him. Maybe it is vulnerability because I breast feed? One time, when he was close to newborn, maybe a month and a half I got that bad feeling, and suddenly his eyes got really big and it seemed he was staring at something, and he was whimpering. I was frozen in fear at the time, and I visualized a protective shield around the both of us, and slowly got up and went to my bed with the baby, acting as if all was normal. Now he tracks things while in there, but that might be something else like the float things in your eyes. Now I am scared to put him to bed in there, and it is supposed to be time to get him to sleep in his own room.
This place was great before I had a baby, exciting and interesting, but now I can't wait to move! We're planning on it in the fall, but I need some advice on what to do until then!
I had safeguarded my room, but not without difficulties. That is when the Old Hag was the worst. If anyone has a way to make it so I don't have to worry about my son or I being threatened in any way that would be great.