New Home, Same Problems

A few months ago, my parents found a rental home a few minutes away from our residence at that moment and I was excited to finally be making the move from an apartment into a house for we hadn't lived in a house for 12 years. I was also glad to be getting out of that apartment because things were always moving around, doors would open and close, doorknobs would wiggle and turn; it was just a creepy place. I was hoping that moving to a new place would mean no more creepy occurrences, and for a few weeks I believed that I was finally living in a place where I would not have to be afraid. I was wrong.

Occurrence #1: One night, I came home late from my boyfriend's house. It was about 4 in the morning and time to finally get to bed. I knew my mom had been doing laundry earlier so I make my way over to the laundry room to get my pajamas. As I walk in I feel like I am stepping through something. It's not exactly cold but it's denser than the air around me. I can feel it on my skin and it also fills me with instant blinding panic and distress; just pure fear. I stifle a scream because every other person in my home is sleeping and I back away, fleeing to my room, pajamas completely forgotten. A few days passed and I stopped thinking about the paranormal until...

Occurrence #2: I make a habit of making home late from my boyfriend's house on weekends and this was yet another one of those nights. It was about 4 or 5 again and as I walk through the door I hear some shuffling and then my parents burst out of their room, my father with a gun pointed straight at me. They recognize me and he puts the gun down, everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief. What was that about? I ask them. They tell me that they have been hearing noise all night long. They keep getting up expecting to find an intruder in the home but they would search the whole house and find nothing.

With my heart beating fast I went to get ready for bed. As I was brushing my teeth I started hearing the banging noises my parents had described. I followed the noise to the living room and then it just stopped. I shrugged it off and then went to get myself a glass of water. As I open the fridge door I can hear the plastic bags I had brought home from shopping the day before and set on the floor in my room rustling, as if someone was looking through them. Confused, I run into my room and the sound stops. Instantly. A stare at the bags for a while and then I shrug, crawl into bed and fall into uneasy sleep (with the covers snugly tucked over my over my head).

Occurrence #3: This one I didn't actually experience myself, it is the experience of my mother and cousin. I get home from work and my mom is awake watching TV on the couch. This is a rare occurrence because she usually falls asleep very early. I sit down with her to chat and the conversation is soon steered toward the topic of the paranormal at which my mom says that earlier, as she and my cousin were sitting on the couch watching television together and they both had the urge to look up at the same time. They turned their heads toward the kitchen and they both saw a man standing in the kitchen.

As soon as they spotted him he ducked down behind the island and was no longer visible. My mother calls my father's name, expecting him to stand up from behind the island chortling but when no one answers her, she gets up and walks into the kitchen, there is no one there. She walks into the dining room and there is no one there either. She then walks into her bedroom and finds my father half asleep, watching TV. She asks him seriously if he was in the kitchen trying to scare them and he says no. My mom keeps dogging him about it but he swears he has been watching TV the entire time. They eventually all get back to watching TV. With my mother's words still ringing in my ear, I get ready for bed and fall into uneasy sleep once more.

Occurrence #4: A few days after the day my mother saw the male figure in the kitchen, my parents, brother, and cousin leave for Miami to see my grandmother off at the airport. I hate visiting Miami (something about the traffic and then the rats the size of cats I saw the last time I was there deters me from wanting to visit) so I stayed home alone.

Around ten in the morning I get hungry so I make my way to the kitchen. I have bad habit of looking at my feet as I walk so I didn't actually look up until I was already in the kitchen. When I finally did look up though, I saw a man walking into the Florida room. Thinking there was an intruder in my home, I quietly reached for a butcher's knife and tip toed my way into the Florida room. It was empty. Confused I run into the dining room, it's empty. I run into my parent's room, it's empty. I go back into the kitchen, it's empty.

There is no way that someone could be in the house and have not bumped into me while trying to get away. It's just the way the house is set up. It's hard to explain but standing in the kitchen I have perfect views of all entrances and exits. No windows were open or even unlocked as if someone had left through one and so I was just confused. When it finally dawned on me that I had just seen the same thing my mother and cousin had seen a few days ago, my heart started pounding and I ran into my room.

Once in my room I started hearing banging noises. Something was banging on wall my room shared in common with the living room. It was so hard that the things I have hanging on that wall were vibrating. I went to check the living room and it just stopped. Deciding that this is my house and nothing is going to spook me into locking myself in my room, I sat down to watch TV in the living room.

Only a few minutes had passed since I sat down when the coat closet door started rattling hard. I moved it around and whenever I would stop the rattling would start again. I screamed stop and kicked the door and then ran away (my bravado did not last long). I got dressed and got out of the house as soon as possible and did not make it back home until the next day.

What do you make of all of this? Should we ask our landlord about this or will he just think we are nuts?