They Hanged Me

Due to the disturbances in the house growing and eventually reaching a point that I found I could no longer bear, I made a temporary move to another location. While here, I found my moods were gradually worsening, despite my own state of mind.

I was often sinking into sadness, battling with anxiety or becoming suddenly fueled by anger. I am a much more mild mannered person that that, and I try and give my best efforts towards being optimistic, level-headed and nice, yet after prolonged stays in this house, I would often find the opposite to be true. Upon leaving, those feelings would disappear. It got to the point where I dreaded returning home.

I have been aware of spiritual presence in my home since I was a child, but it began affecting me negatively to the point where it was interfering with my life. So one day, as an act of desperation, I reached out to a friend to ask her for advice. It eventually turned into her "reading" the house despite being located in another state.

As she spoke, she began to reveal to me what she was seeing and feeling. Despite having never told her any details about my experiences in my home or of the energies I have sensed, she related back to me nearly every thing I had ever thought about this house.

She told me about the presence of a man and described him to me exactly how I saw him; Very tall, large stature and has a very strong presence. She described him as being "rude", as a nice way to put it. This is the man who walks up and down the hall and in the master bedroom, but he usually stops to stand just outside my door. One day I awoke to see him standing just before my bed, glaring at me. I felt as though he hated me for every fiber of my being. Needless to say it was a terrifying sight to wake up to.

She also profiled a large breasted, heavy set woman who was "terrible" - and that's a nice way of putting it. She then went on to describe to me a dead relative whom I had never spoken about for the simple fact that he passed when I was barely a toddler. But she explained that he was attached to me because of sharing similar feelings during a point in time when I was depressed.

Needless to say, her relating back to me this information solidified my trust in her ability to accurately report her findings on the home. I eventually contacted one more friend and encountered basically the same results. She was also able to see the same people and sense the same energies, plus more. For instance, she was able to see me as a child the first time I had ever physically witnessed a ghost. I was about 8-9 years old when it happened.

My friend, she said that she picked up on one more person who was tied to the house, the one person who has allowed for the others to come, because his feelings were so strong that a portal was formed in the house. I had never spoken to her about speculating a portal was present, and after later speaking to my father about it, he agreed and says he had the same idea of the home. I especially knew it to be true after the house was prayed on and conditions improved, but in the weeks following that, the home felt crowded by energy I couldn't recognize. But I digress. My friend, she described the portals location exactly where both my father and I thought it to be. This person who caused it, she says, was a young male who was very tormented. He was hurt, lonely, confused and more than anything, angry.

She then said, "He was hanged. He was hanged in your house." I have to admit, it creeped me out a bit. I took it with a grain of salt at first - until I told my mother about my friends findings, to which she replied, "I had a dream a few years ago, where a little boy came to me and said "they hanged me." We just stared at one another. I got chills down my back as I imagined it actually being true.

Moments later I walk into the kitchen and walk into a cold patch of air between the doorway. Suddenly I feel pressure in my chest and I become overwhelmed by emotion. I burst into tears and all I can think about is the horror of this young boy being hung. I exit the kitchen because it becomes far too much. The pressure in my chest quickly wears off and I'm no longer crying.

I eventually stepped back into the kitchen and told him that I knew this happened to him, that it was terrible and that it never should have happened, but that he also has to calm down because he was negatively affecting me. I urged him to move on towards the light, but I know that he hasn't. Yet ever since then, his presence has not been as overwhelming and "stuffy" as before. He now spends much more time in my room and areas surrounding, whereas before, he spent more time in the basement, where its assumed he was hung.

I think the loneliness only irritated him more. Now that he knows we know, he's slightly more at peace. The house hasn't felt so terrifying and dreadful since. I can move comfortably about the house without looking over my shoulder or experiencing drastic mood swings, although I can still sense those feelings.

Also, I have been overhearing non-physical arguments and heart-wrenching cries. I only hear certain things while in certain rooms though. While in the bathroom, on a few occasions, I have heard an angry argument. While in my bedroom, I have heard cries, like "Nooo! NO! Oh My God NO!" It sounds more like disbelief, almost as if someone, a woman actually, walked in and saw the result of something terrible. Yet if I leave either of these rooms the sounds will stop.

Looking back on past experiences as a child and taking into account present-day, I believe he has always been trying to tell us about his experience. At night I could recall a sound very similar to that of someone pounding and breaking through concrete. I could only ever hear it through the master bedroom vents, as its directly above the room we believe he was murdered in. My grandmother also told my father that she use to hear the sound of carpet being put down on the stairs. I believe it may have been possible that something violent had occurred, leading to the need to replace the carpet.

I want to help him crossover, yet I am also afraid of becoming vulnerable to the other spirits present in this house. My friend says the presence of nastiness is so great that this house should just be leveled. She believes this house is home to a lot of atrocities and that a lot of negative energy is residual, and that of people unable to crossover, and also those who simply refuse to.

When I am open to it, I can see things. I tried the other night but could only see from the ceiling. Then also very low, so low that I could see the fibers of a tan/white carpet (we've never had carpet in that room). I kept seeing as if my ear was being placed to the floor, my head rocking slightly and then stopping. That sequence kept playing over and over in my mind. Then the image would finally end with my "sight" going through the floor and into the ground.

And "looking" now, I know someone is currently standing in the very center of that room. It appears to be a young male with a medium build, narrow shoulders, probably anywhere from 5'-7" to 5'-9". I can only see him as a black mist though. I can't pinpoint his age but he couldn't possibly be over 14. That sounds so much like my late cousin... He doesn't know why he's here, that's why he is just standing there. I think he is also attracted to the energy of the young boy who says he was hanged.

Help?