When I was first married, I couldn't wait to move into our first house. It was a two story with three bedrooms upstairs and an enclosed side porch. It sat close to the highway and it took a while to get used to all the traffic, but in time that was the least of my worries.
The first time I felt like I was being watched happened late at night as I lay on the couch reading a book waiting for my husband to come home from work. We didn't have kids then, so the house was quiet. The living room had an open stairway, which I was facing. It was around two in the morning when I sensed a chill and scanned the room as I felt eyes looking at me. No one was there. I even got up and walked around the downstairs - no one.
I lay back down and started to read again. Once again, I felt this uncomfortable feeling. But just thought it was me feeling weird being in a strange house. I knew the house had been there for many years and that many people had lived there before me. What I didn't know was that a woman had died in the house.
This continued for quite some time. I even asked my husband if he ever noticed anything or heard something strange. But he said, no, he didn't believe in that stuff. Well, I knew it couldn't be my imagination. Then one day while in the basement washing clothes, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and felt a warmth, as if someone was almost touching me, but when I whirled around, nothing was there.
I looked all over the basement; there were two other rooms down there - nothing. I felt foolish but as these occurrences increased I couldn't help wondering who or what was doing this to me. One night I was running the sweeper on the stairs leading to the bedrooms. It felt like a body so close to my back I could feel the heat off it. Annoyed, I looked over my shoulder, ready to scream; thinking my husband had sneaked into the house and wanted to scare me... Nothing was there. I shut off the sweeper and took it up to the landing. What was going on? I couldn't even clean my house in peace.
I never really saw anything, but after awhile I grew weary of it. I asked around about the people who had lived in the house before me, but no one seemed to think their spirits would try to bother me or anyone else, for that matter. I tried to ignore whoever it was, but that didn't really work. Then when I learned I was pregnant with my daughter, things really started to get intense. There were sounds and footsteps and a feeling of excitement in the air. Did this spirit like the thought of a baby in the house? My next story will pick up where this one leaves off.