I rented this house from a lady who lived here with her husband. They were very much in love. He was ill and died in this house 30 years ago. I know the exact spot. She was devastated when he died; considered suicide. She met a nice man and remarried.
I knew her husband died in this house before I rented. I commited to a lease and then did research on this -- which can be a good thing or a bad thing, and I chose good, because they were so in love and she still misses him so much.
I decided when and if I "met" him he could stay. I don't believe I have ever come into contact with him.
I moved in on June 9th. The moving van backed into the house and smashed the spouting on the roof. These type of events have been nonstop since June 9th, 2001.
Since I have lived here I have been locked out of the house -- not your typical locked the keys inside -- my storm door was locked so I could not get to the main door. I didn't lock it! I cut my leg, I stepped on glass and cut my foot, I was bitten by a spider and my foot and ankle swelled up, the phone man failed to arrive here three times to install phone jacks, and when he did, he stepped in my cat's litter box and knocked litter and poop all the way down the basement steps!
My phone has been unplugged from the wall on three occasions, I washed clothes and the water was brown and turned all my clothes brown. The bathroom tub drain was slow so I plunged and plunged only to find the drain stopper was pulled shut!
On father's day I went to my dad's grave and walked around for two hours and could not find it!!!! (Been there before, so this was odd! I swore they moved him!!!). Went back Monday and went straight to his grave.
I have broken more glass items
in the last month - dishes, cups, you name it. A three
tier wire basket that hangs from the ceiling for
vegetables and fruits gave way the other day and onions
rolled all the way down the basement steps. I looked at
the chain and I
cannot see any way possible that it could have come apart!
My cat is totally freaked about living here. She has always looked at things that I cannot see, but she's never been afraid them. Here, she is afraid. She hunches down, and cowers, and slowly backs up! She is scared to death of the basement.
She goes down there, and then she runs upstairs as fast as she can like someone is chasing her. She jumps out of her skin on a daily basis.
One of the first days we lived here we were on the front porch. The door was open. She looked into the house, eyes huge, cowered down low to the ground and was looking at something in the dining room! At that time, I thought it was my landlady's husband's spirit. I could not get my cat to go in the house. Finally, I picked her up and made her go in there and showed her it was okay.
Little did I know at that time! She was right and I was wrong! It was not okay.
There is tons more, but you get the picture.
Some of this stuff happens to everybody pretty much, I know. But, this is back to back to back nonstop to the point where one day I just screamed: "Leave me alone! Ihave had enough! I am not leaving!!!!"
The truth is, I signed a one year lease and I'm out of money!!
I had some peace for about one day after screaming at this spirit(s), who I think is my landlady's husband.
Shortly after I screamed at the spirit, I was working one evening and I thought I heard music. I have my father's mantle clock which is very old and I never wind it. It was packed in a box and the box was on the floor. It wasn't music. The clock was chiming! I took the clock out of the box and it ticked for 15 minutes and stopped. I placed it on a shelf, and it never chimed again.
I chose to believe my dad came to kick some spiritual butt for me.
I have not spent much time in the basement here. This has been a horrible move for me. Work has made overtime mandatory during the last month. They called me on moving day and asked me to work! I worked my entire first weekend here and didn't unpack a thing.
As for the actual basement, it is clean and dry. Not scary at all.
I finally made it down there to put some things away and I noted a mirror on the wall behind the washtubs. Just a cheapie door mirror attached to the wall. I noticed it was cracked at the top.
I decided it was out of here. I didn't break it, but I didn't want a broken mirror in this house, and immediately felt that it was connected to what has been going on in this house.
I took it down and it happened to be trash day so I put it on the curb with the other trash.
My landlady called and I told her what I did and that I would buy her another one and put it up there and she could keep it. She freaked. She screamed at me and said No! You put that mirror back. It isn't bothering anybody, it's been there for 15 or 20 years. Some other tenant put it up and if you don't look up you don't see the crack!
I got the mirror off the curb and brought it back in the house -- ever so reluctantly!!!! I propped it up behind the washtubs while I pondered what to do.
I decided she has her religious
beliefs and I have my spiritual beliefs and the mirror is
out of here! It is why my cat is afraid of the
basement and it is why on very few occasions I am left
alone, and get a little peace, because I think this
spirit(s) leaves for short periods of time through that
mirror.
Then I consulted a psychic.
I found the mirror this past Monday. Brought it back in the house on Monday after the landlady freaked.
Tuesday the onions went flying down the basement steps, etc. etc.
Wednesday I consulted the psychic.
She said she feels two spirits in this house but there could be more. One is an older male brought in by a former tenant. He is very frustrated for some reason. He is very unhappy and I must remove him from this house. I am in his territory and he does not like it.
She said spirits are here sometimes to tell us something but she doesn't think that is it with him. And, all the little stuff he is doing has the potential of getting much worse, if he does not get the reaction he wants, and he will gain more power the longer he stays here.
She said my dad is here for support and that I should try and contact him.
She said to get rid of the mirror and to listen to my cat because she knows more than I do!
Last night I took the mirror out to the garage and poured salt on it and forbid it to ever hurt anyone again. I chose a time when all was quiet around here thinking he left through the mirror - I didn't want to take the mirror and have him stuck in my house!!!
Then I purified the basement and every room in the house with candles, incense, salt and water.
I have never slept through the night here because of the uneasiness.
Last night, I took my candle with me up to my room. I laid down, clothes on, computer on, lights on, just for a little rest, and I slept like a dog till morning!!!!! I couldn't believe it!! The candle burned itself out while I slept - and didn't burn the house down!!! That's a good sign, I guess.
This morning I watched as my cat went down the basement as she does every morning.
The first time she came up she had a spring in her step, but it wasnk't outright terror. It was more like: He's gone, He's gone! She went down again and came back up -- not running. She went down a third time and she walked up the steps!!!! Amazing!
I asked her if he is gone. She just looked at me and she did give a little "mew."
She is upstairs sleeping pleasantly now.
I don't know if he is gone. Not letting my guard down. And, I still have to deal with that mirror in the garage and purify the garage, which I can't do until Monday (trash day).
I need to contact my dad through the Board.
I don't want to contact this evil spirit through the Board, even though I am curious to what his problem is. I'm afraid if he comes back I won't get rid of him.
Enough for now. It is peaceful here. Thank you for your interest.