As soon as I graduated from high school, my sweetie Jeff and I were hell bent to move out on our own ASAP. So we decided to move out that summer with a mutual friend of ours, we'll call him Rob.
It was the summer of 1999, and the house Rob and Jeff found was an adorable two bedroom with a large kitchen and dining room. I loved it for its hardwood floors and country feel. I loved that there was farmland across the street and past our huge back yard. The back yard had a small grape vine and a giant, ancient cherry tree. The cherries were awesome! The grapes were okay tasting.
One thing that disturbed me was the memory of a crime scene at this residence the year before. There was crime scene tape around the house for at least a month. I remember having to stop as cops waved traffic through. Regardless of the concern I moved in. I was on speaking terms to with the neighbor to the left, and she said that there was a bad drug deal there the year before and a young black man had died there in one of the bed rooms. I automatically assumed it was the smaller bed room occupied by Rob. We all know what they say about assuming! She also said that the landlords mother used to own the place, and died there of natural causes. I knew she had lived there from the landlord as he bragged about how she had decorated the place. I really think she protected me there.
The first instance I had with a ghost/encounter to paranormal in that house was the very first night I stayed there. Rob and I decided to stay so we could get and early start on unpacking as Jeff had to work the next morning. Sometime during the night while I was sleeping, Rob's dumb butt closed the door while we had a large kerosene heater in the room. I faintly remember waking a little feeling hot and strange and falling back to sleep, almost like I was unable to wake up. Then I heard my name being called over and over along with wake up, and it sounded like my mom. Finally I woke up, got up, opened the door and lay back down. I slept maybe an hour or two more as the sun was up in early morning when I finally got out of bed with a head ache. I moved the heater out of the room, and got myself going for the day, hot tea and ibuprofen!
I really liked living there despite the lack of real closet and storage space. I didn't see shadows or anything, but a lot of times I would see things darting around in the corner of my eyes. I did get a full body apparition out of the corner of my eye. It was in the kitchen when I was making a large meal for the company that night. I saw an old woman with short gray and white hair and a light pink and light blue flowered moo moo (old lady pajamas). I turned and looked, and she wasn't there. I turned back to the pork roast with sauerkraut and she was back. I looked again, nobody, and she was out of my peripheral. Considering I was making a "Yankee" meal and she would have been an old southern lady, I felt like she was wondering what in the world I was doing to that pork!
I would get a tremendous feeling of being watched while in the master bed room Jeff and I shared. This feeling was particularly intense while I was alone in the room. It is strange I would also think I'd see things in my dresser mirror here, and that has only happened at my mom's as well, but not where I currently live, which is also haunted.
After living there a few months, a night came when I was trying to go to sleep while Jeff, Rob and some friends were all in the living room playing video games. The feeling of being watched was worse than ever! It was emanating from the black reaches of the closet. Well I got the bright idea that I would see if there really was something there by confronting it. "If you are here and can understand me, give me a sign, like sitting at the end of the bed or something..."Very shortly after I said that, there was the distinct feeling of someone plopping down next to my foot. I froze. I hadn't really expected an answer. I could see a definite indention on the bed. Then the thing started moving! Through the light coming in through the cracked open door and the window behind the bed, I could see the covers pulling slowly at my side as if someone were inching up the bed. Every hair on my body stood up and I held my breath. I thought I heard crackling breathing that wasn't my own. As it reached my elbow, in a fit of adrenaline and fear, I shot up like a rocket and bolted into the living room full of guys in nothing but a t-shirt and panties! I had tears in my eyes, "There's something in there! There is something in there!" I repeated trembling. The guys all jumped up grabbing brooms and mops thinking there was a rodent or squirrel or something. I let them explore saying I thought I saw it in the closet feeling embarrassed knowing I would be ridiculed for ghost stories if I told the truth. I told Jeff later when the hunt was over what happened but he brushed it of as a bad dream. I told him you had to be sleeping to have a bad dream but he didn't pay any attention to me. I told nobody else after that. But that night I stayed up late with the guys having a couple of beers! And I made Jeff switch sides of the bed with me!
The next day when I was alone, about to go to work, I told the spirit to never do that again, and to go home to the light. And if it didn't go, at least quit watching me so darn bad! I still felt watched though.
Another thing to happen there revolved around Jeff. His personality did a 180. He was fine the first four months or so. But more and more he turned into a real jerk and would freak out over absolutely nothing. His temper became something to never reckon with. He would blame me for things that happened in the house that I had nothing to do with and was obviously so to everyone else. He would call me names, and even came close to hitting me once. After we moved it is like he was back to his normal self. He was a completely different person in that house. And we had been together for three years prior and for nine years since without incident like that, so it wasn't like I was getting to know the real him or something.
When we moved, we had a friend who worked in the carpet business, and replaced the carpet in the bedroom for us so we could get our security deposit back. (I forgot about a huge candle I left burning and it made a giant wax spot.) We helped him, since Jeff used to lay carpet, and ripping it up is easy. When we ripped up the carpet there was a massive stain on the floor that really looked like blood to me. I did always find it odd that it was the only room in the whole house that was carpeted.
The sad thing is, Jeff brings that house up now and again and says that he wishes we could have stayed there. He is about to start a better job in the fall, and we will be in the market to rent a new place or even buy. He is hoping we can get that house again. It's almost like he's drawn to that place! I just hope the people who are there stay there! I am not moving back!