Fred has been increasingly active lately, and it's driving me mental. Let's recap some of the crud he's put me through in the past... Oh, it's been about a week now, I guess? I'm going to just copy and paste some of what I wrote in my comments, because I know those need to be tidied up and re-examined by me.
I had run to that house on my lunch break two Thursdays ago now, to grab a jacket, and Fred decided to spook me again. And he drained my cell phone's battery, which had full battery when I went INTO the house. I think he's mad that I haven't been home lately (Nala, my beagle puppy, had been in the emergency vet clinic, and I'd been staying with my mom, rather than be totally alone at my dad's huuuge house). I had heard him either humming or crying, just a low kind of melodical tone. I had also heard him knocking my dog's food dishes around (though that could be the spirit of my last beagle, who we had to put down at age 15... She was old, and muchly loved), and I also heard Fred running up and down the stairs from my main floor to the upper floor (I was in the Basement). Everything stopped when I told him that I would be back in a day or two. He thinks he's sooooo funny...
The same day Fred decided to be a complete jerk to me, my boyfriend was watching TV at my house while I marinated steaks that we would be having for dinner the next night (I love cooking, and lots of stuff Fred does takes place when I cook. I guess he loves the smells of baking, too!). The TV, all of a sudden, turned itself off. My boyfriend, Gavin, who is a huuuuuge skeptic, just looked at the TV, then back to me, and asked, "... Did you do that?" I just shook my head, smiling, and responded, "Nope, that was Fred. He must not like your TV preferences." Gavin was unamused, and passed it off as an electrical problem. This TV is old, but no one has had problems with it before.
He turned the TV back on, continued watching the show, and it turned the TV off again. Gavin yelled, "IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE!" I turned the TV on, to something different, and the TV didn't do anything for the rest of the weekend. Hmmm...
The Friday that my dog came home, so the day after Fred was messing with Gavin, when I got home, Gavin and I were watching TV in the basement with Nala. I went to go into my room, and all of a sudden my right hand, and only my right hand, went ice cold, and the two bones that stick out a little on my wrist started to tingle, like an electric shock, almost. I'm pretty sure he grabbed my wrist. This has never happened before, nor again since.
The same night, I was showering, and Gavin was watching TV. I kept hearing running around upstairs, when I knew my boyfriend and my dog were in the basement with me. My boyfriend did not hear a single thing.
The Sunday, the night Gavin went back to his house, I was staying in my dad's room instead of mine. Fred was running up and down the stairs in my house, but I think that there was something else here, too. A Second entity. I could sense Fred, but I also felt a second, more malicious entity. It was so scary, I had to run from the top floor to the basement, while talking on the phone to Gavin, to grab pajamas for the night. It hasn't been back in over a week, which does make me believe that the second creeper was passing through.
Shortly after the creepy feeling started on the Sunday, I got a text on my cell from no one. It was a Delta-symbol and an "at" symbol as the sender. Blank, no message. This has only ever happened to me twice, and it's the same thing both times. I can't find anything online about that sender, and my phone can't even make the delta triangle on it's own, nor can anyone elses phone (that I know of), and I don't have any contacts with that name. Anyone who sends me a text, and I don't have them in my address book, shows up as their phone number. I was so terrified that I barely slept. I hate texts from no one. CURSES FRED.
The text from no one, I think, was from Fred, and meant to be as a reassurance. When I got the text mentioned above, I was in my dad's room. Above his door is a large, blessed, crucifix. According to everything, evil can not pass a crucifix, much less a blessed one. I think Fred wanted to tell me that he was taking care of the angry jerk hanging out outside my dad's room. What a sweet Fred. [love]
Stuff during the week was more normal; Fred fixing the thermostat; me actually getting to see Fred as a shadow (he appeared like a white-gray shadow, not black. Another symbol of good, maybe?). Fred opened the overly-difficult-to-open-dryer - he likes to do that; The Thursday night that my family came home, I saw Fred's shadow again, and he looked annoyed with me. I thought about it and realized I forgot to say good night to him. So I apologized, said good night, and I felt calm, and the shadow disappeared again. Oh Fred.
This past Friday, my dad's router for his internet just stopped working. He needed to reinstall it, and no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't get the disk to run - it kept freezing up his computers. He had to go out, so he asked me to try to fix it. I shrugged and said sure. I restarted my dad's computer, ran the disk, and fixed the computer on my second attempt at trying to do so.
The internet ran perfectly until my dad tried to use it after I had gone out. I walked in the front door, and the instant I did, the router started working perfectly again. I think Fred only wants me using the internet, and not my dad. Who knows. Just an odd story.
This past Saturday, my family had gone out again, and I was on the main floor, on my computer, and Nala was asleep on her bed. I could hear crinkling and shuffling, like someone dragging their feet on the carpet. At 1:00PM. In broad daylight. Shortly after the shuffling, the water started running in out kitchen sink, and it's one of the ones where you have to lift the handle for the water to run. I looked up from my computer, and sure enough, the handle was up. Nala looked at me, then at the sink. I just rolled my eyes and said, "Fred, knock it off, you're not THAT funny." And the water shut itself off.
I was weirded out a bit.
Also this past Saturday, this time at night, Gavin and I went downtown with his mom to a bar fr her birthday. I was fine as we drove along, until we came upon one city block, where I started to feel anxious and claustrophobic. The air was heavy, thick, and weighed about 30 pounds. As soon as we finished driving by, the feelings were completely gone, and I was left feeling only a bit shaken. I didn't feel anything like that for the rest of the night.
Thanks again for taking the time to read, and I would LOVE for someone to help me look up the history of my area. Feel free to email me to help, because I want to know who Fred could really be! Also, I have a friend willing to do EVPs at my house with me now, but it has to wait until my parents are out again.