There Is Just Something About Our Home

It's been quite a long time since I've been on this website. My old username was aya22, which I deleted, but I tried creating another similar username and somehow all of my old stories came attached to my new one. (Good, at least I haven't lost anything.) I hope this doesn't offend people.

I'm writing this so I can catalog what's been happening. But I'm going to do something different. I'm going to explain the unusual things going on in my home, but I'm also going to include possible rational explanations for what's been going on.

When we took a tour of our home with the landlord the current tenant was still in the process of moving out. I noticed when going upstairs that she had a smudging stick lying out in the open. I wasn't snooping or trying to look at her stuff, because it was lying out in the open on her shelf. I don't know everything about smudging sticks, except for what I've learned from Hollywood (and we all know how incorrect that is most of the time), but perhaps someone here can enlighten me. I only mention it because it might bear some relevance. Anyways, I absolutely loved the house from the first moment I saw it, and I felt such strong positive vibes.

I was seven months pregnant when we moved in. Every night I had trouble sleeping, especially since it was summertime and very hot. Of course, being pregnant only exaggerated how hot it felt. So every other night I went downstairs while my husband slept upstairs in our bedroom, and I stayed up reading books or surfing the web. Every night I stayed up, I heard what sounded like someone walking around. The footsteps were coming from our bedroom upstairs, but I'd also hear someone walking between the other rooms and in front of the top of the stairs. I'd like to note that because of the layout of our house, most of this was in full view of where I sat every night. The only part I can't see from where I sat each night was the inside of our bedroom. So I was hearing what sounded like someone walking around at night, but my first thought was never anything unusual. I went upstairs each time to check on my husband. I was wondering if he was sleepwalking, which he's never had a habit of doing, but there's a first time for everything. Every time I'd find him deep in sleep in our bed. Sometimes, out of curiosity, I'd gently wake him up and ask him if he was okay and if he'd been walking around. He'd sleepily answer no (he hadn't been walking around).

In the mornings I'd ask him again if he had been walking around, even if only to go the bathroom. The answer was always no. Whatever, I shrugged it off, but every night I stayed up I heard the same sounds. I'd also get the very strong feeling of being watched from the top of the stairs, and many times I'd look up expecting to see my husband standing there, but nothing was ever there.

One day I finally confided in him with what I was hearing every night. So we did an experiment, because the other explanation was that it was just the house settling. I asked my husband to walk around upstairs for me, and I'd listen to see if it sounded the same. Not a very scientific experiment, but it was the best I could think of. It sounded the same. The other thought I had was possibly mice, but our last home had mice and I know what they sound like.

Okay. The next thing happened late at night when I was staying up. I had a 32 oz water bottle that I regularly drank out of throughout the day. It was sitting on the kitchen table, and this also was in full view of where I sat every night. All of a sudden my water bottle, which contained water in it, tipped over and fell onto the table with a loud thud. It startled me, and my first thought was to blame our cat. But our cat was sleeping at my feet, underneath my chair. I thought it was odd that my water bottle could somehow suddenly tip over on its own. Nothing else in the house was displaced. For this I can't offer any other rational explanation.

The next thing happened with the painting I'd created for my daughter's bedroom. I'd put a lot of time and effort into it. Anyways, when I completed it, I left it standing on top of the dresser in the baby room, leaning against the wall, for my husband to hang up at a later time. The next time I went in the baby room I found the painting in the middle of the room, wedged between the rocking chair and the footrest. This one unnerved me a bit. I showed it to my husband and we began discussing how it could've happened. He suggested the cat might have knocked it over, but I told him what I'd observed of our cat. Out of all the rooms in the house, the baby room is the only room she doesn't go into, even if I'm in there (our cat follows me everywhere). If I'm in the baby room she sits outside in the hallway and watches me from there. So my husband placed the painting back where it had been. He then shook the dresser, but the painting didn't budge. Just because we couldn't get the painting to fall off the dresser, doesn't mean it isn't possible. But still, even if it did fall off unassisted, I can't see how it would've bounced all the way to where I had found it.

As an aside, a possible explanation for my cat's not going into the baby room: I actually don't want her going in there, and although I've never had to teach her not to go in there, it's likely that she can pick up on my body language.

Twice our radio has turned on by itself and played at full blast. This can be explained as some kind of electrical glitch. Another time when my husband and I were watching a movie, the menu to change screen size popped up on the TV, and then the screen size changed. My husband looked at me and laughed that I was sitting on the remote, but I pointed to the table in front of us where all the remotes were located. This too, I suppose, could've been an electrical glitch.

For two nights in a row I heard a knock on the front door. Both nights I had been sitting on the couch reading. My husband was at work. On the first night that I heard the knock I looked up and thought I saw a grey misty thing, but it quickly vanished. I attributed what I thought I saw to being overly tired. I looked out the peephole (what a horrible word, lol) in our door and saw nothing. I didn't bother looking out the window that night. As a side note, I had been getting weird feelings that night.

The next night I heard a single knock on the door again, and this time it even made the little Christmas acorn-bell on our doorknob, leftover from the holidays, jingle a tiny bit. I got up and looked out the window, but didn't see anything. A minute later I looked out the peephole for curiosity sake, but still nothing was there. I turned on all the outside lights, thinking that someone was out there. (Knocking holds significance for me, due to something that had happened when I was a teenager. I'll explain it very briefly. I had been awake in my room, aware of the feeling that something was there with me, and listening to shuffling outside my door, when I asked out loud but quietly for whatever was there to knock on my door. There were three knocks on my door and the doorknob started to slowly turn. I got scared, asked whatever it was to go away, and then felt pressure on my leg, and even felt the blankets fold down, as if someone had put a hand there. Ever since that night, every now and then, but not very frequent, whenever I feel "not alone" I hear soft knocks from somewhere nearby me.)

On another night while my husband was at work I had the overwhelming feeling that something else was with me, other than my daughter and the cat. I was sitting on the couch with my baby daughter in my lap, and kept hearing a strange shuffling sound directly behind me. Every time I turned to look for the source, but didn't see anything. That night is extremely important to me for other reasons, because I felt extremely prompted to do something, and since I listened to that prompting, my life (and my husband's life) has changed dramatically. I won't elaborate since it's irrelevent to YGS, but I'd like to note it's improved our lives and made my husband and I so, so much happier!

The last thing that's happened so far was just the other night when I was taking care of my daughter and helping her to go to sleep. She was falling asleep in my arms when her dangling toys on her toy-bar-thing suddenly starting swinging back and forth as if something had swatted at them. A possible explanation for this is perhaps they had gotten caught on each other somehow and gravity finally did its thing.

Well, that's it. I apologize for this being so incredibly long. I've probably forgotten something though. I don't feel scared within my home, but there have been times when I've felt something else inside with us. I just don't want to let those feelings cloud my judgement. Thank you for taking the time to read this.