It was about 4 years ago when my husband and I went apartment searching. We came across a 3 bedroom on First Street in Jackson, that just felt wrong, but due to our circumstances we didn't have a choice but to rent it. The price was right and it gave us the opportunity to get a dog like we'd been wanting.
At first it was just a creepy apartment in a bad neighbourhood, there was the closet in our bedroom that was always ice cold, and the door that would not stay closed. You would shut it and pull as hard as you could, it wouldn't open, but if you left the room and came back in it would be standing wide open! It only took a couple of weeks for me to convince my husband to move the dresser in front of that closet.
The kitchen was the other place that I didn't like. It always felt like someone was staring at you from the attic door. In the two years we lived there, neither of us could bring ourselves to actually go into that attic.
Shortly after my mother in law died is when things started getting really bad. My husband, his dad and girlfriend were all sleeping one morning. I was in the living room watching TV. The cat and dog were snoozing on the loveseat when out of nowhere I heard a rattling. Over the couch we had an octopus lamp with four arms and crystal chandeliers. I looked up trying to find the source of the noise and the two arms of the lamp over me were shaking while the other two stayed completely still. Impossible seeing as they were all connected together at the base. It was than that half the couch I was sitting on started shaking. I was starting to get nervous, but wasn't too freaked out until half the Christmas tree started shaking! I could see the ornaments moving on one half while the others were completely undisturbed! I simply looked at the tree and told it to STOP! It did thank goodness.
As the months went by my husband and I started arguing more than normal, his drinking was getting bad and he spent most of his time in the bathtub. Soon he started talking to someone that wasn't there. A little girl he said was named Stacy. He would tell me how she didn't like me. She didn't want me there. It was really starting to freak me out. It was during these times that both animals would constantly pace the house, or sit in the living room and stare at the kitchen.
When the people downstairs moved out we went down to look at the apartment, thinking we might move down there where we'd have more room. In the basement we found a lone standing wall where someone had spray painted a pentacle (The twin points of the star were down)
Thankfully that house is now condemned.
Has anyone else experienced anything like this?
Since we moved out things have gotten a lot better. I've talked to friends and they all said they felt uneasy in that house when they came to visit, where they don't in any other place we've lived.
What was in there that would affect us like that?