My husband and have been together for four years and we live in our of his mother's rentals, watching over the property. When we first moved in together, before we were married, we opted to live with another couple to help with rent.
Our house was about a hundred years old and it had three bedrooms, one of which had just been added within the past fifty years. The floors were sinking and the house itself needed a good all over cleaning. My female friend and I decided about five days before we moved in that we were going to stay the night and clean it, without our boyfriends there to distract us. That was the night that I realized that we were not going to be living in the house alone.
I was in the bathroom, trying to bleach the bathtub and the sinks while my friend was out in the kitchen, trying to get the cabinets cleaned. She came running into the bathroom. When I looked up at her, she was soaking wet with sweat and she was white as a ghost. I asked what was wrong, did she find a bug or something. She couldn't hardly talk to me. I got her to calm down and she finally told me that she heard something coming from the room that had been added on.
I shook it off and told her that it was probably the guys trying to scare us or the kids that walk up and down the street. I got her to calm down enough that she went back to the kitchen to continue cleaning. I was scrubbing the bathtub when I saw a woman out of the corner of my eye. I didn't even look up, I just thought it was my friend again. I said, "Quit worrying, nothing is going to happen. Go on and finish cleaning and when I get done with this, I will come out and help you." When I didn't hear a reply I looked up and noticed that there was no one in the bathroom.
I finished with the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. She was on the other side of the kitchen and wouldn't even turn around and face the door that led to the new bedroom. I told her to stop being scared. Even if there was something in the house, it wouldn't harm us. It would just try to scare us to get us to leave. For some reason, that was the only encounter we had that night. I figured if there was something, it would have showed itself more when it was just us. It wasn't until all of us moved that it really started to pick up and they started to make themselves more known.
Our shower was a single with a glass door. I took a shower one night and noticed that there was a male figure sitting on the side of the tub facing the shower looking in. I giggled because I thought it was my boyfriend, but when I opened the shower door, he was gone. That same night my friend asks me, after our boyfriends went to bed, if I noticed anything strange in the bathroom. I waited to hear what she had to say and it was the same thing that happened to me. Every night after that we always had a male companion in the bathroom, although he never spoke and he never made any attempt to communicate or harm us.
We started having my step-on on an every-other-weekend basis about a month and half after we moved. His room was to be the new bedroom. He refused to even go into the room; he wanted to sleep in the living on the sofa bed. I agreed to keep him happy, but I couldn't figure out why he didn't want to sleep in his own room. I decided the next night that we didn't have him, I would sleep in the room.
That Monday night, my boyfriend had to go out of town for work, so I decided that that would be the night that I would sleep in my step-son's room. It creeped me out a little, but I thought that it was just what my friend had said and my step-son not wanting to sleep in it. I thought my mind playing tricks on me. It was about an hour after I got to sleep that I felt a little hand on my hand, shaking me like trying to get to me to wake up. I sat up, but didn't notice any children in the room. I turned on my step-son's night light, because by this time I was freaked out. I laid down, trying to go back to sleep and was looking at the wall. On the wall, you could clearly see the shadow of a little girl with pigtails, dancing. You looked around the room and you couldn't see her anywhere, only on the wall as a shadow.
After that night, no one else in the house had witnessed anything except for the pervert in the bathroom and the occasional woman out of the corner of your eye. I, myself, kept seeing this little girl, but only in shadows. She never tried to talk but there would be nights that I had this feeling that I needed to go to my step-son's room and check on him, knowing that he wasn't there. When I would reach the door, his rocking horse would be moving and then just stop.
I never found out what had happened in the house and we moved shortly after that. When we left, the house itself felt peaceful. My husband thinks that maybe it was just my presence there that made the little girl feel happy or comforted.
I'm still not sure, but I would like to know what everyone else thinks it might have been. I'm hoping someone will help me and comment on what they might like. Thanks.