My boyfriend of three years and I have recently moved back in with his parents. We're planning on moving out of state and we were wanting to save up money. We've been with them for a little over a year now, and looking back on it, the activity has been going on since day one... There was just a lot less of it then.
When we first settled in with them, we noticed what sounded like someone knocking on the walls of our bedroom. Just two quick, brief knocks. Almost a heavy tapping, not quite as loud as a knock. It immediately caught our attention, but we never thought anything of it. His Dad told us there was a squirrel that was getting in the attic through our side of the house, so we chalked up the weird knocking to the pesky squirrel. We did, however, find it odd that the knocking didn't occur from just one particular location. It would happen on the wall right in front of where we were sitting watching t.v, it would happen on the wall above our heads while we were laying in bed, the wall on the opposite side of our restroom. Again, we never gave it much thought. If it wasn't the squirrel, it was probably the plumbing.
Well we soon took care of the squirrel infestation, with shotguns and BB guns. We'd post up outside, near their entrance into the attic, and any squirrels we saw coming in or out, or even in the general vicinity of the roof at all, got a rude awakening. Sorry if this offends anyone, but we live out in the country of northern Texas. Rodents are plentiful out here and there isn't much compassion for them. Needless to say the squirrels learned and quit coming around. We patched their entrance into the house. Problem solved, right? Not exactly. The knocking continued! It was an everyday thing! After awhile we'd joke, you know, "What if it is a ghost, oooohh, scaryyy." It got to the point that when we heard a knock, my boyfriend would knock right back. That was it though, it was never anything more than that... Until about five months ago, I'd say, maybe more. Things just started getting odd.
I was doing the laundry once. I had just put a load of clothes in the dryer, closed the door, and turned it on. I began walking away when I heard the dryer door pop back open. That was weird, I thought. I've never had that happen to me before. I told my boyfriend about it and he agreed it was odd. We're rational people though, so I concluded that the dryer was simply too full, and once it started tumbling the clothes must have just knocked the door back open. It made sense, so we accepted it.
Other little things started happening. I was in the kitchen gathering food from the refridgerator for some meal I was about to cook, my arms were full so I was going to use my elbow to swing the door shut. I made my attempt, but I know that refridgerator- I open and shut the thing a million times, and I didn't get to push hard enough as I was walking away. I even thought for a second, "great I didn't get the door closed." But then it slammed shut. With a lot of force. I told myself, "I guess I pushed it harder than I thought..."
Then our dog started occasionally acting out. She's now barely a year, so when this started happening she was probably 6 months. (I'm guesstimating a timeline here people) Her absolute favorite thing was to go outside. As soon as you said the word 'outside' she lit up and booked it to the back door, and as soon as the back door was open she'd book it on outside. Literally as fast as her legs would carry her, she LOVED it.
Well one day we were on our normal routine out, but as soon as I got the back door open, she didn't want to go out anymore. All excitement left her tail and she just looked out the back door and then back up to me. I tried to nudge her out but she did not want to go. She took off running around the house, barking bloody murder. She ran into my boyfriend's Father's home office and started jumping on him and biting his wrists. I now see she was trying to tell us something. I started to close the back door to go calm down my dog and I got it about 3/5ths of the way closed when down to my left the curtains on the closed door (we have double doors leading to the back porch) started billowing violently. I held the door in place and watched the curtains, figuring that the wind was blowing just powerfully enough, and I had the door propped just right, to be causing this. I thought it was neat!
With my attention still fixated on the curtains I pushed my arm to follow through with closing the door, but it didn't close. It was like there was something blocking it. I looked up from the curtains at the slightly open door and leaned into my push ever so slightly when I heard what sounded like almost a growl... But not a growl from any animal. My dog was still freaking out in the office. It sounded like I was closing the door on something, and they were not happy about it. I was so stunned by what I had just heard that I simply stepped back, opened the door, and looked outside at the empty porch. When I attempted to close the door a second time it closed with absolutely no effort. I did not tell my boyfriend this time.
I started taking pictures in our bedroom with my old digital camera, as an experiment. Just to see if anything would show up. I captured so many orbs. Some big, some small. Sometimes just one, sometimes four in one shot.
Then about four months ago the tapping on my pillow started. We were laying down going to bed, I had just settled into my pillow and everything when I heard it. It sounded like someone was strumming their fingers on my pillow. I listened for a minute, trying to figure out whether it was the feathers in the pillow settling, or the mattress, or what. It was incessant. So I propped myself up on my elbow, and strummed my fingers along my pillow as a kind of comparison. If it was really something tapping my pillow, then this is what it should sound like. The two sounds didn't match up. Satisfied with that, I laid my head back down on my pillow. It was silent for a second when the tapping started again, this time faster. Much faster. And it sounded exactly like the tapping I had just done to disprove my previous theory. It sounded like someone was using two hands and strumming all of their fingers on my pillow like they were playing a piano. Almost mocking my naivety. This freaked me the HELL out so I threw my pillow off the bed and just curled up against my boyfriend. It wasn't even a week after that I started feeling things.
I'd be laying in bed, under the covers. I'd move my leg and my foot would run into what felt like a fist. Where did a fist come from? Or I'd move my leg and my foot would run into what I THOUGHT was my boyfriends foot, so I'd rest mine against it until I noticed both of my boyfriends feet at the end on his side of the bed. What was I just touching? It was like this for awhile. Whatever this thing was would have parts of it appear under the covers and it would just wait for me to run into it. I've even felt an entire shin before.
I remember one time during the middle of the day I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my boyfriend in a chair caddy corner to me, and we were watching Netflix on our ipad. The blanket was halfway on the bed and halfway under my feet on the floor. I moved my right foot ever so slightly and boom, I was touching something through the blanket. It was getting to the point where I was wondering if I was going crazy. So I looked over at my boyfriend, looked at his hands, looked at his feet. There was no way whatever my foot was touching was anything on him. I was feeling brave, so I moved my hand down to feel whatever it was. Mainly to see if it would let me touch it. My hand lined up to another of equal size or greater. And I'm a tall female with pretty big mittens. I was stunned. It was like Tarzan and Jane, our hands open and resting against each others. Only there was a blanket in between and it wasn't a love connection. I did this for about 15 seconds before I got way wigged out and moved my hand. The longest 15 seconds of my life. It got to the point that I just quit readjusting in bed, cause I didn't want to run into this thing.
So it quit waiting for me to move. It started grabbing my ankle. I'd kick it off and sometimes it would stop at that, and other times it would just grab it again. Then I would feel the blankets tighten at the end of the bed, like someone was pulling on it from underneath the bed. This became an every night kind of thing.
Then, just last week, I got into bed and under the covers. I wasn't wearing any bottoms and just had on a bra. My boyfriend had his back turned towards me and was fiddling with something on his side of the bed when the blanket in between us lifted up. I was looking at his entire back which was previously covered by a blanket, and my bare legs. Like someone was trying to look underneath. I immediately pulled the blanket back down and there were knuckles protruding from my boyfriend's back. So I lifted the blanket up again because I've learned this thing won't let me see it, and if I want it to go away that is how. Then the blanket tightened at the end of the bed. Then it felt like someone slapped both of their hands on the foot board. Then another set next to that, and another set next to that. Next thing I know I can FEEL the weight shift on the corner of the bed. I knew whatever this thing was, it was standing on the bed. I just curled my feet up and hoped it wouldn't get worse. I don't know how I got to sleep that night.
A few nights ago I was in the bathroom, and I heard sounds coming from my boyfriend's brother's old bedroom. (The two rooms are separated by a bathroom). The way it's set up in his room, his desk is on the bathroom wall. It sounded almost like someone was moving stuff around on his desk against the wall.
Also just recently, my boyfriend shared with me an experience that happened to him a couple of weeks ago. Until then I believed this thing was only interested in me. He said he too feels the blanket tighten as if someone was pulling it from underneath, and that a couple of weeks ago he was asleep in bed when he woke up because it felt like someone was holding the blanket down on either side of his legs, pinning him down. He said he kicked it off and invited it to so it again, but nothing happened.
And lastly, twice I have seen flashes of light. One next to my head while I was sitting on our bed in front of our window. It was like lightning had struck outside and lit up only the space next to my head, and the second happened near the lamp on my desk. I know my boyfriend saw the first one out of the corner of his eye, because after it happened he looked over in my direction. We just looked at each other and neither of us said a word.
We don't fear whatever this is... But seeing as how it started as tapping on walls and has now escalated to it sneaking peeks of me under the blanket, I'm concerned. I just don't want it to get worse. It's not the history of the house, no one died in here, they built it themselves. I used to dabble in divination, just palm readings and tarot cards, so that could be why. But I had those cards long before this started happening, but just in case I threw them out a couple of nights ago.
I think this thing is a man, and I think it's been following my boyfriend for awhile. He told me a story, a couple, actually (the same day he shared with me his experience. It was the first time we really talked about this thing and were trying to figure out how to take care of it, also the same night I threw out my tarot cards) The first when he was much younger, him and his best friend were with their older brothers. Their older brothers happened to be playing with a Ouija board. He said him and his buddy weren't messing with it, they were just watching tv. Then in the next second it was like the room exploded. Drawers flew open, clothes went everywhere, like someone had set a bomb off. He said he learned then not to mess around with that stuff.
The second story was years back, when he shared a house with three roommates, long before I knew him. He was with two of his friends and they were watching Pineapple Express, when he said one of them stood up, said "f*** this dude, f*** this," got up and left. When my boyfriend asked his remaining friend what the guys problem was, his friend responded, "dude, there was someone standing behind you everywhere you went." They said he looked like a man, but transparent and almost skeleton like, and he didn't have a face. I'm thinking maybe it's that same guy? I haven't tried anything because I don't want to make things worse and am scared if I try to fight this thing I'll just attract it more. I'm kind of just hoping it quits on its own, hopefully when we move. I am REALLY hoping I don't see a full on apparition, but I fear it's heading there.
I apologize for my lengthy post, it's a recap of my entire past YEAR. The past two nights have been pretty calm, but I'm not holding my breath. I've got a journal ready to document, I got that idea from this website. Will post again if more events happen.
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