A Ghost With A Personal Grudge Part 2

Jon and I moved from TX to West Allis in January of 2010 into a two bedroom, two-bathroom apartment which was probably the nicest apartment we have lived at so far since we started living together in 2002.

Within the first week of living there I was already getting a feeling that made me very uncomfortable, yet very familiar regarding the possibility of a presence of a paranormal nature. It made me feel like we were not completely alone even when I was the only one in the apartment. It was always making me feel like I was being watched by something, but I knew that if I were to do a walk through that there would be nothing or no one that I would find because no "person" was actually there. I had felt this feeling many times throughout my life ever since I was about 6 years old or so, and I would KNOW that feeling from anywhere! It's a very distinct feeling once you have personally experienced it.

About 4 months into the lease, the emotional tension started to get noticeably worse within our family. I noticed that we were not happy like we were when we first moved into the apartment. Also, I noticed that Jon and I were fighting a lot more often than we ever had throughout the entire 10 years of our relationship. The fights were always about minor things that normally wouldn't have been anything to get upset about. The tension was getting so bad that when we were home from work, instead of spending that time together as a family and a couple, we were spending time doing our own thing in separate rooms, and making it a point to try and NOT get in each other's way because 80% of the time we DID end up crossing one another's path, a fight would eventually be the outcome. The vibe when you walked into the apartment started getting really uncomfortable and very intense. Whenever we would spend time away from the apartment our moods were almost instantly improved and it was as if we were back to our old selves again.

At 6 months into the lease, the paranormal experiences started escalating from minor events such as walking down the hall from the bathroom into my bedroom and all of a sudden hearing a noise coming from the direction I just walked by only to find that the closet door that was shut moments before had now been wide open. Or shutting the TV off in the living room before I was getting ready to go somewhere, and having it turn itself back on as I was walking out the door was another example of some of the harmless yet concerning things it would do.

Before too long things took a very dramatic turn. It went from having little things happening that were unexplainable, but were really quite harmless, to a whole different level of terrifying events that I would have never imagined was even possible. It was at the point where there was at least one incident per day or night. It was moving items right in front of my eyes as if making sure it was drawing enough attention to make itself known rather than doing things that most people would still try to convince themselves had a logical explanation, even though deep down they knew better. It was now interfering with my ability to continue with whatever activity I would be doing to the point where ignoring the unexplainable events was no longer an option. If I tried to ignore it, it would only intensify whatever it was doing to scare me until I would drop what I was doing and leave the area I was at because I was so terrified not knowing what it was capable of or how far it was willing to go to feed off of the fear.

The presence had become extremely hostile and seemed to be trying to make a statement, or give me a message that it expected me to not just understand and comply with whatever it was trying to accomplish. The problem was, I had no idea what it wanted from me. My best guess was to wear me down psychologically, emotionally, and physically while destroying any amount of love and happiness I had left inside of me as well as attacking the other members in my family.

It was as if its final goal was to totally destroy the love my family once had towards one another while at the same time targeting each one of us individually. It would do this by altering our moods and our state of minds to the point where we felt nothing except negative emotions. It was getting to the point where we all felt emotionally depressed, angry, sad, and completely hopeless. The more I tried to deal with the presence by experimenting with different solutions such as praying and displaying symbols of God, or burning sage to try and cleanse the apartment, the angrier and more aggressive its reactions were becoming. It would react by causing more strain and tension within the household environment, as well as my family's emotional roller coaster, and at this time we had seemed to unfortunately only made things worse.

I would be out in the living room sitting on the couch while Nick and Jon were laying in the bedroom watching a movie to try and get Nick to fall asleep and I swear I heard Jon talking to Nick clear as day. I walked in the bedroom to grab something and remind them how late it was getting, only to find them both sound asleep with the TV on that blue screen it goes to after the movie is over and the DVD player automatically shuts itself off, but the TV stays on. I can't tell you how many times that happened. I could have told you the full conversations that I swore they were having with each other only to find out they have been sleeping for the past 2 hours! It was definitely their voices, no doubt in my mind. It was starting to mimic our voices just as easy as it was for it to control or change the mood or emotional state of mind we were in whenever we were home. That was when I realized my situation in the apartment was a lot more harmful then I originally thought it could be, or hoped for that matter.

I started seeing those "shadow figures" out of the corner of my eyes, or run by the doorways but would be gone right as I went to turn my head to see their details. It was getting more and more intense with more and more activity as the weeks went by. Closets located right in the hallway in front of the bathroom door on the main bedroom side of the bathroom would be wide open when I knew I had shut them. After reshutting them I would walk into the living room only to hear them open by themselves and sure enough, when I walked over to see what the noise was, the closet door would be wide open again.

FINALLY, came the last straw. One morning I woke up by myself because Jon had the day off and I was going to start getting ready for work. So I jumped into the shower at about 7:30am. Nick was sleeping in the middle of Jon and I and I had gotten out of the shower at about 7:45. I opened the bathroom door with my towel wrapped around my body because I had all my clothes all laid out on the ironing board in the bedroom by the closet next to the bed where Jon and Nick were still fast asleep.

All of a sudden I felt the hairs on my neck stand straight on end because something was watching me. I felt it was coming from the direction of where Jon was asleep in the bed. So I turned around and looked at him. I noticed that his eyes were open, and staring me down with a face and look that didn't even look like his own. It was as if somehow his actual facial structure and shape had been corrupted and contorted. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find the words strong enough to describe the way his face had changed physically, but at the same time stayed the same (sorry if I'm confusing you). That grin on his was so intimidating, as if the emotional feelings of pure evil were literally seeping out at me. Definitely without a doubt, one of the most terrifying things I had ever seen, and one of the most threatening feelings I had ever felt.

At first I was hoping that he was awake and messing with me, even though it was plainly obvious that something wasn't right based on the strange physical change with the way his face looked, combined with the total change in the vibes throughout the room. So I started talking to him and asking him questions. I think about it now and it was almost as if I was trying to trick it into thinking that I was ignoring what was happening by engaging in a routine conversation. When he wasn't responding, that's when I stepped closer to get a better look at whether he was really awake and just screwing with me.

As I got closer, I noticed he definitely wasn't awake and suddenly his eyes rolled back white and then they shut. I was standing right beside the bed and with a blink of my eye his face went back to looking normal again, eyes closed, sleeping perfectly peaceful.

I started to continue getting dressed and going back and forth between doing my makeup and hair in the bathroom and grabbing my things from the bedroom for work when I glanced over at Jon only to find that same face staring me down again with that evil grin again. This time I walked from one side of the room to the other to see if maybe he was sleeping with his eyes open which he has done plenty of times in the past (I used to think he was tricking me when his eyes were open while he was asleep until our son was born and does the same thing sometimes. It's the weirdest thing!). Not the case at all. That evil face that replaced his own was following me from one side of the room to the other grinning so inhumanly and terrifyingly hateful that this time I had to physically wake him up to get him face back to his normal look.

Whatever was looking at me made me worry about leaving for work that morning. I kept questioning myself on the way to work as to whether or not my son was safe at home knowing that whatever was in that apartment was strong enough to physically change Jon's personality, as well as his own physical appearance (to an extent anyway) at this point. Obviously Jon would NEVER hurt our son, but what worried me was not "Jon". Even though he appeared to be himself again with no recollection or explanation for the occurrence before I left for work that morning, I was terrified of the possibilities of what else it had in store for us in the future if we kept trying to cure the problem with the whole "ignore it and eventually it will get bored and go away" solution. Obviously that wasn't even an option I had control over anymore. There was no way I was going to be able to hide the type of fear I was feeling on a constant level EVERYDAY at this point.

Things continued to get worse between Jon and I. Even our 2yr old son Nicolas wasn't his usual "happy go lucky kid with not a worry in the world" anymore because he was obviously witnessing, as well as emotionally feeling, the negative tension throughout the entire apartment. There was absolutely no escaping that constant heavy feeling in the air no matter where you were throughout our home. I would pull into our parking lot of the apartment complex after work and I would just sit in my car, silent, completely dreading going back into my so called "home", sometimes as long as an hour after I had pulled into the parking lot. Jon would call me and ask what I was doing in the car for so long.

Finally, our one-year lease was up and by then we had already put a deposit payment on a different place so the owner would hold the rental property for us so we didn't have to stay one month longer then we had made an agreement to. After we moved out and things between our family slowly but finally got back to where we actually enjoyed being around each other again instead of looking for every excuse in the book to make sure we didn't cross paths in fear of starting another vicious fight that neither one of us could even tell you what we were even fighting about.

It was only after we noticed that there was a night and day difference in the emotional environment at the new home that Jon and I started to talk about our individual unexplainable experiences and theories about what had happened over the last year. We felt like it was as if we had lost an entire year living in that apartment. The entire experience is almost an absolute fog. Thank God we were lucky and ambitious enough to have only allowed whatever evil that dwelled in that place only steal one year of our lives instead of completely ruining our family permanently.