As time went on I realized we were living in a haunted house. It started becoming more than items being moved around from one room to another, or things disappearing and reappearing again. Now whatever was in the house became focused on my jewelry box. I would open it to get a necklace I have hanging inside and see them all tangled together. I would wonder how they all got that way? So I'd take them all out and patiently untangle them. I don't wear my necklaces every day. Sometimes weeks would go by before I'd wear one. I'd open my jewelry box and they'd be all tangled up in knots again?! It would take me over an hour to untangle them! What's strange is I'd notice certain knots in the chains, they were deliberate as if someone took their time to do it.
Mr. C and I began to fight a lot and we never did before. He couldn't see what I did. One day after months of untangling knots in my necklaces I just brought the whole jewelry box out to show him, he knew I had just untangled them a few weeks ago! I asked him HOW was it happening? He started taking my chains out and seeing how they were in knots. I yelled at him saying it wasn't natural and that he knows it isn't! He spent over an hour unraveling my gold and silver chains, one was tangled so badly it broke. He finally agreed that it WAS strange and he just didn't know what to say. At least he was starting to see what I did.
Then I went to one of my trinket boxes to get a pretty lapel pin to wear on my blouse. They had all been unfastened with the pin sticking straight up?! I always close the pins so I won't get stuck from them. I took them out and closed them. Days later I went back and they were all opened with the pins sticking straight up in the air again! If I were to put my hand in without looking I could easily have injured myself. I sat on the edge of the bed and yelled out "WHO'S HERE?!" I began to cry and felt a heavy weight around me. I started to get depressed living in that house. Mr. C and I fought all the time now. I KNEW we had to get out of there, the house was tearing us apart and making me sick.
We finally found a place and it was a blessing to be leaving. As I mentioned in "Part 1" of this story (Editor's addition: https://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=26858), I like to mark my boxes so I know what goes in which room. When I opened them up in our new house nothing was in the boxes as marked, and some of the boxes where half empty?!
A few weeks later I was kneeling at the bathtub cleaning it when something scratched me just above my ankle. I immediately stopped to look at it. It was throbbing with pain and also this intense itching. Later on I had two scratches on the front of my neck. I knew I had been followed to our new house and was scared.
I have a girlfriend that had been in Afghanistan at the time of these happenings. She was home now and had a friend that did paranormal investigations. I called her to do one and man oh man, did we get the scare of our lives! I don't know what's here or why it follows me, I just keep trying to deal with it by praying. I have smudged a few times before, but it didn't work.