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Oh man. That’s terrifying, too.

We owned the house. It was a foreclosure when we bought it and the price was less than the value by a few thousand dollars. Shortly after buying it, the market tanked and the value of the house was underwater. Even worse, we hit some financial hardships around the same time. We tried to get help from the mortgage…

lol, I’m an artist. (pretty pictures, lol)

Ha! As for the wonderful priest who came by to bless the house, I did not tell him what was taking place. We came to the church as newcomers (being that I was previously agnostic and as such, never set foot in a church since I had left catholic school in the elementary grades) and we didn’t want to spook anyone into…

Dude, that’s a demon coming after you through dreams. Wish I was kidding. The hollow eyes and the extremely lucid descriptions are part of the (excuse my pun) dead giveaway.

LOL@ the cat!

How did we know it had been haunting us for some time and why did it pick that time to show up…

Right? You’d have to be really dedicated to scary stories in order to come up with all of this. Though I bet there’s folks out there who match that description.

Actually, because the house was so old, (1823) the basement had a ceiling height of about 5 feet at its highest. At 5’3” even I had to duck in most places. The window was incredibly tiny and only served as a dryer vent, and nailed to the walls. There was no way anyone could have lived down there without us knowing.…

Oh, dear please God, please I wouldn’t wish that on even the worst politicians ever, people I hate, or even that jerk who almost t-boned our car in the parking lot. Of all things I hope you never experience anything like it. In fact, it makes me sad to think that anyone else -usually the most innocent people-…

Ha! Thanks! I’ll take glib over dark and scary-as-fuck any day! :)

From what I’ve learned, there is no safe place to store something that give you trouble, it’s better to have it someplace you can monitor until it can be taken care of. We were instructed to take the haunted tarot deck along with other suspicious items and place them in a heavily taped up box, so that if anything…

Ohhh. See, learn something new every day. Yes, I was warned not to talk too much about it or give it too much credence, so I don’t. Describing the events makes me feel like reliving it, but it doesn’t help that as an artist I have quite the vivid imagination with a strong visual memory. Yeah. So even when I give…

Thank you for that. One part of me is curious and I’d love to know. The other part of me wants to be as far away from that ordeal as possible.

YES. Yes it was. I think I sat down and cried tears of FEAR and when that was over, I sat down and stared and just tried to process all of it. Surreal is the only word I can use to describe it. Everything was completely surreal. I still can’t understand any of it, but I’ve since stopped trying to. Hopefully there’s no…

We did notice that there is one wooden cross that we picked up at a Savers that seems to fall down a lot. We had it blessed with holy water at the church by a priest, but ?? I can’t say for certain if this item is falling down because of paranormal or because of ordinary things like gravity and physics so I try not to…

It really makes you question your sanity, as in, “Am I really doing this? Is this really happening to me?”

Yeah, I didn’t know all that until after the paranormal investigator told me. Once he did, suddenly EVERYTHING that was weird felt like it was all lined up. The knives, the cards, even strange distractions like a we didn’t know honking three times as it drove by, or that strange things ended by three am. I didn’t have…

Thank you. We have some things that were either given to us by friends or family members, mostly wooden pieces, like crosses or braided palms. Who knows if it helps, I can’t say. Though I can say that when I wear or carry my (since deceased) MIL’s wooden cross, my son begins saying some wacky things - like,