This all starts around August of last year. Me and my boyfriend have moved out of his mom's house (Read my first subscription) because my house is much closer to the school and she had kicked me out anyway causing my boyfriend to leave with me since he didn't want to be in the house alone with her and he didn't want to leave me. He had told me once before when he had been living alone with just him and his mother that he kept getting a very bad feeling from her while they were moving into the farm house. He said that she would talk funny, smile at the corner of the living room, and stare at him for long periods of time. So of course I told him he could live with me.
So I'm back in my house which is full of people. I have my mother, half-sister, me, Jeff, and my great grandparents. So the house is pretty much full and the air is filled with negativity. The negativity comes from my mom who hates me and my boy completely.
I didn't think about it at first, I had been living with the hate for nearly 5 years and so I thought it was just one of those things where it would go away in time. But then things, about 3 weeks into my return, started happening.
My big overhead light in my room would flicker was the first thing I noticed. Everyone was thinking it was faulty wiring and when about their normal days. But there was something not right about it. The light could be off and then suddenly the middle of the bulb would gather light and it would slowly get brighter and brighter until the whole bulb would be bright. It would stay like that for a few minutes and then go out again as though it had never happened.
The second thing was I would hear someone or someone scratching at my closet door. But the weird thing about it was that it would happen at the same time every night. I would wake up around 3:10 every morning (still do) and I would turn over and try to go back to sleep but I would never get close enough to drift because as soon as the clock hit 3:12 the scratching would start, light at first, like as if it was just a figment of my imagination but slowly it would get louder and louder until the clock hit 3:20 and then it would make its one last loud bang and then it would go quiet. Jeff would be awake as soon as the last scratch hit the door and he knew as well as I knew that something was wrong.
The third thing was the dark shapes that run up and down my hallway from time to time. I would be in the kitchen late as night getting a glass of water and I would turn to leave when I would see something to run past. I use to think it was Jeff but every time I would call his name he would answer from the bedroom and be laying there already ready for bed and waiting for me.
I don't know if some of this stuff was brought on by the negativity in the house brought on by my mother's hate for me, I don't know if it's because the energy has always been here and my leaving and then my return was maybe a change for it and it started to get riled up.
If there is anyone that can help give me some answers and opinions please do.