This story is actually a little bit complicated to tell. First, I have to explain that I used to have dreams about my guardian spirit. At different times, he would guide me through problems in my life, give me strength or explain things that I couldn't understand while I slept. I have only lived in one home that a person died in, and that is when I started having this reoccurring dream (I will explain it later).
There was about 7 years out of my life that I lived away from my childhood home (which I live in now). During this time, I lived in a mobile home that an old woman died in. The owner told my family that the lady that died in the house was her mother, and that she was obligated to tell us before we stayed in the house. The lady said her mother was very kind, and a petite old woman that was suffering from emphysema. The old woman died peacefully with all her family gathered around her, so my family felt confident that staying in the house would be fine.
When I turned 17, I was staying in the house with my then-best friend, while my mother and brother were living in another house on the same property. While I lived at the house, I had a couple strange but gentle experiences. I would hear light footsteps in the hall and sometimes the lights would turn on in the middle of the night. I knew this was the spirit of the old woman that had died here. I wasn't afraid of her because she never did anything violent or frightening.
But shortly after staying in the house, things started to change. My then-friend worked at night, so I was home alone most nights. My room was about 8 feet from the front door, so the porch was right by my window (my friend stayed in the room that the old woman died in, or sometimes slept on the couch). I didn't have curtains at the time so I covered my window with posters, so I couldn't see outside and no one else could see into my room.
Now that I have explained that, I'll get to the actual frightening haunting. At night (not every night), I started dreaming of my guardian on the roof. He was on his hands and knees knocking on the roof like a door. The dreams would only last a few seconds. He would knock on the roof and say things like, "That's not me on the porch" or "Don't open the door." I would always wake up to these loud sounds on the front porch, like someone heavy stomping on it or running from the ground and leaping onto it. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a big dog or something like that.
But the incidents started happening more often at night, and they started getting more and more violent. There would be the stomping, or the running/jumping, and followed by that, something would bang on the door really hard or rattle the knob (I always locked the door) as if trying to turn it open. It would scare the living daylights out of me, because I would hear light sounds on the roof as well, like footsteps on the tin. It happened all the time and it got scarier and scarier.
Oddly, the back door was way weaker, but nothing ever happened around the back door. It was always wreaking havoc on the front porch and door. And almost every night prior to the bangs, I would have the warning dreams of "That's not me" or "Don't open the door!"
When my friend was off work, some nights he slept straight through the banging, but every once in a while, he would wake up and ask me what was going on. I would always say something like, "I don't know, but please don't open the front door" or "I don't know, but stay in my room tonight because I'm scared!" At times when my cats decided to sleep in my room, I would cuddle them until they probably couldn't breathe, out of being scared. But they didn't seem too bothered by the sounds. I'm sure both cats heard them because their heads faced the direction of the sounds, but if they were already settled, they didn't seem to care.
What do you guys make of this? It never made sense to me. It could not have been the old woman, because I knew what her spirit was like and she was already in the house. What was that thing that was trying to get in from the porch? It must have been something scary; otherwise I wouldn't have those dreams. I never once saw anything on the porch, no shadows through the window-covering, no dents or scratches on the door the following days as evidence of an attempted break in. We had one of those peep holes in the front door, but I never got out of bed to go see what may or may not have been there.