Anne's House

So, this isn't a super scary story with tons of experiences surrounding it. I didn't spend much time at the home in question. Still, the place is one of many that has imprinted on my mind and I feel the need to share it.

My boyfriend was temporarily staying with a family friend, Anne, who suffered from paranoid schizophrenia (not a severe case) and bipolar depression. I only stayed here a few nights out of the week, other nights I'd drive home. She lived alone in a 3 bedroom house paid for by her parents (her children lived there previously until they grew up and practically disowned her), so she didn't mind the company.

I would describe my first impression of the home as feeling sad, as well as the fairly overused term "heavy", but it suits it so well. However, it was also always dimly lit, if not dark, inside the home since Anne slept a lot (the feeling was present whether the lights were on or not, just saying). Anne liked to sleep on the couch a majority of the time; she stated she "didn't like her bedroom".

In the beginning, I ignored the feeling, but sometimes it was so overwhelming that I wouldn't want to leave the bedroom, or venture far from it. If I did leave, it was to use the bathroom across the hall, and even that felt uncomfortable; I could feel something there. Sometimes I could feel it centered towards to back room, sometimes I felt it watching me directly down the hall.

It was a sickening feeling, like there was a huge "elephant in the room", though it encompassed the entirety of the home.

My boyfriend also quite often felt considerably depressed in the home, but of course that could have been due to other factors as well.

My boyfriend had gone on a work trip for a few days, which left me alone in the home to help take care of the dog. I hadn't really been in the home alone before this.

One of these nights, I took the dog for a walk. When I came back the front door was locked; Anne must have locked it on her way out and didn't realize I had just left for a little bit. The only other way to get in the house was to come around the back, and use the sliding glass door instead. I didn't want to do this, because the backyard always made me feel uneasy. Probably because everything was overgrown and at night, of course, it was especially spooky. That being said, I wanted to do this in a fairly quick manner. There was a dim porch light which left some lighting to see, other than that there was only moonlight. I came through the gate, passed the screened-in porch, and when I came around the corner I stopped in my tracks, and so did my dog.

I saw a dark, black, 6 foot tall figure sort of hovering some 10 feet in front of me for a split second, and then it took off to the right of me, actually *flew* away as if the dog and I had startled it. It disappeared halfway first, and then was gone completely.

The way it moved was so freeform. It didn't move all at once, it flowed, with the rest of its body following closely behind. What's weird is that I'd describe it as looking furry or fuzzy... Except the "fur" in this case would be more of a see-through blurry mist. It was an odd, dark mass that looked like a bunch of different sections of it were pulsing or fluctuating. It looked like something out of a movie, almost digital in a way. I wish I could describe it better, but it is very hard.

Seeing this felt really foreign to my eyes. I couldn't move for a couple seconds, and my dog cowered as well when I tried to walk him towards the sliding door.

Most experiences I have that I believe to be paranormal, I only "sense" them in a manner; the presence of an energy that is so profound you feel it in your core. And let me tell you, the aura of this thing probably scared me more than the actual sight of it.

There were no other animals on the property, let alone one that had the shape of a silhouette. Has anyone ever seen something like this before?

After spending some time here for a couple months, I got used to building a wall of my own energy to counteract this being, and leaving that sadness there in the home when I left.

There is one more experience surrounding this home that strikes a special nerve with me.

One night, at around 9 pm, I said goodbye to my boyfriend and went to get in my car to leave. After countless nights, as soon as I exited the home and got out front, I was used to feeling a bit better and the weight being lifted. This time, it didn't seem that way, and as I'm sitting in my car the feeling just did not go away. It was actually so strong it made my stomach ache and my hair stand up.

The 7 minute drive home that night was extremely difficult, I turned the music up and tried not to speed too much. Even when I got home, I still felt it. I sat in my car before going inside and prayed and prayed for protection, for whatever it was to leave me alone, that it wasn't allowed to follow me and it was not welcome in my home.

Though I was still disturbed and overwhelmed by what I felt, and it kept me up for some of the night, the feeling left me once I did get inside. I thanked God and prayed for further protection surrounding Anne's home. Not long after, my boyfriend was able to move out of the house, thankfully, and we are much better off because of it. I often wonder what other experiences I may have had if I had spent more time there.

Thank you for reading all of this, and I look forward to possibly hearing from someone that has seen or read something on here like what I described, as well as any thoughts anybody may have on it.