It’s kind of a complicated story. And it will probably cement the idea that I’m insane but what the heck - this is the internet, I’ll share.
Four years ago I moved in with my current roommate. Prior to moving in she and I both had peaceful lives. The first night in our ‘new home’ - a duplex, I was alone. She had not yet moved in. That night strange things began happening (doors slamming, footsteps, etc). Things you can shrug off as ‘just noise carrying from the neighbors’. But the longer we lived there the more intense these things became until finally one afternoon I heard a voice calling my name from the kitchen and when I went to investigate there was no one there - I realized my roommate was not home from work yet. Shortly after this I began to feel distinctly uncomfortable - as you can imagine. My room was the only place where I felt ‘alone’, although I also had the distinct impression that something was pressing upon the walls and trying to get in, but couldn’t. It was a very strange sensation - yes, I figured I was just stressed out.
During our stay my roommate bought some items from the owner of the home, who lived in the other side of the duplex. Until recently I never really thought much of this moment.
We moved from this house to be closer to work, but we both shared our relief that we would no longer (she too experienced many ‘strange’ things) have to deal with ‘that place’. Neither of us were particularly observant Christians (we believed in God but didn’t attend church or pray or any of that) so we just thought the house had been haunted.
The next apartment we lived in was worse by far. Twice I saw ‘red people’ standing in the hall and standing in the kitchen, on both ocassions I was fully awake and they disappeared when I called out to God. On one ocassion my roommate saw a brown creature sitting at the end of her bed. The week before we moved out of this place things began throwing themselves at me. A candle flew across the room (from a stationary object) so hard that it slammed into the wall behind me with a bang, and other such incidents.
We moved and again brushed it off as being a ‘haunted house’.
The place we live in currently seemed quiet at first (for me). I was comfortable, for the first time in three years. My roommate - however - was suffering quietly. She felt ill at ease from the moment we moved in and complained of terrible nightmares (a response to her discomfort I believe). I haven’t had much trouble here but in recent weeks ‘trouble’ has started again. I saw the same ‘little brown man’ she saw, but attributed it to something else until I remembered her description from two years ago. She complains of hearing children playing loudly on the roof over her room, pots banging together in the kitchen when she’s alone, someone walking up and down the stairs, sounds which I don’t hear (although have begun to hear in the past week). She is completely miserable here and has fallen into a depression since we moved.
Now, to the reason I posted.
Previously I just attributed all this to ‘haunted’ houses, or tricks of the mind but as I said I have begun praying in earnest since the Holy Spirit called me back. I have not been praying about the things in our home - it just didn’t occur to me that I needed to. However, since I began praying it has become clear to me that I must remove certain objects from the home. An ornament my boss gave me as a gift, this mirror, this thing over here… just odd little items that I never before thought much of. Upon removing them my room has felt more comfortable then ever, I’ve been sleeping like a baby.
BUT a few nights ago we had company and I slept in my roommates room…
What an unpleasant experience. Haven’t you ever entered a room and just felt an intense sense of ‘wrongness’? I’ve never really been in her room - that’s her personal space, so this was a surprising experience for me. And in the morning, I looked around the room and remembered those items she’d bought from the first place we lived in where our ‘problems’ began. These items bother me, immensely. They almost seem to have an ‘aura’ and I hesitate to say that because I think it’s a silly thing to say but it’s the only way I can describe how I react to them.
And that’s how I ended up here because the strange thought entered my head that perhaps whatever was in that first house has been following us ever since because of those items - for whatever reason. But surely that’s not possible… is it?
And now you will say I’m overthinking, and maybe I am. I will remain in prayer. I cannot throw these items out, that’s not my place, but I can tell you if I owned them they’d be in the garbage. Haha.
Now you know my story. If I’m going mad I’m not alone, which is a comfort.
Also, please don’t think I’m scared or anything. Until this point I attributed all this to ‘ghosts’ and that didn’t scare me. And now I just find myself smiling wryly when ‘things’ happen. I know I’m protected, but on the same hand I would like to know how to be RID of them.
