I currently reside in my family home with my husband and 3 sons.
I have fond memories of our home as a little child. There are also many memories which I wish I could tuck away in a little box and store it at the back of my brain never to be found again. We moved into this home in 1988. I was only 6 years old. From what I remember it was all good and well but as I grew older things started to change.
I was about 10 or 11 when our family began experiencing supernatural occurrences with my mum. Most of it was in her bedroom. The room always had an eeriness to it. It was in the front of the house facing the East. My bedroom as well was alongside my parent's room, but their room never warmed up. The sun never warmed up that room, there was always a chill in there even on the hottest summer day.
My mum always said that as soon as my dad bought the house it was as though he bought a coffin. As I grew older, I began to understand what she meant. Her happy life had soon become like a death sentence for her as time went by. She began getting sick. At first it would be headaches and body pains. We were also struck with tough financial times. As little children my brother and I did not fully understand the extent of my parent's battles. My dad did his best and my mum made sure there was always a hot meal and a roof over our heads at night.
My mum had become sick and very paranoid over time. She had also become very pessimistic toward life in general.
I watched as a little girl (I was only 14) how my mum fought with thin air and ended up losing 2 of her front teeth. She was a small petite woman, but when she had these demonic attacks, she would become a different person. She would speak in an African language and laugh, then cry and say that she was an African person and that she wanted her hand and leg back. As I mentioned my mum had become disabled after her stroke in 1997 at the age of 45. Even when she was in her normal senses, she would say that she would dream of a young African male asking her to please return his hand and leg back. She would often complain that something would sit on the bed next to her. Sometimes she would get up with scratch marks all over her body. She was really fair skinned so the marks would be very visible. There were times she would awake with marks all over her neck which looked like love bites or hickies as some people call it. We would laugh as we all knew there was nobody with her as this would only happen when my dad was on the nightshift.
There was one day we were all downstairs and we could hear the furniture being moved in her room. When we got upstairs all the bedding was strewn around the room, and the bed was moved in the opposite direction.
So, these are my not so fond memories of my parents' room. The only time I felt a sense of warmth in that room was the day my mum passed away. As she lay on the bed, I sat beside her, and I literally felt from the pit of my stomach a warmth came over me whilst I was in that room. It is my belief that whatever spirit had been attacking her had finally left. After both my parents passed, we, as per Hindu customs and rituals performed a cleansing of the entire home. My son now occupies that room, and he loves it. He says it brings him closer to his grandparents whom he loved. He was also their favorite.
The room is now very light and airy. There have been no paranormal happenings since her passing. My dad used the room for 4 years after and my son used to share the room with him. I however will not sleep there even if I was paid to.
Thank you for reading and feel free to comment.
Love & Light
SashB
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Seems like your those people are just digging for information about you, it's best to cut out those people from your life.
I believe you when you say that about the lock, unfortunately the only way for that curse to be broken is by your mums passing, I talk from experience.
I had an aunt that passed away some years ago, she was the best, fun, caring, excellent cook, the whole 9 yards, over the years she developed a type of growth in her stomach that looked like a hernia, she went to have it removed but somehow it came back bigger than previously and after that she was to afraid to go through going to the hospital again and left it at that, when she passed away and when my mum and other aunts went to bath and dress her up they said that it was a shock that the growth she had was no longer there and her stomach was flat (belly button normal, no stretched skin due to the size of the growth) there was no tell tale signs suggesting that there was anything there in the first place, there have been a lot of incidents throughout her life regarding people doing stuff to her and her family for us to believe that whatever it was wasn't medical, but we always went to logical and rational route before deciding to take the supernatural. It really was like whatever was done to her left her the day she died, like once it's job was done draining her life away it left, leaving no trace behind.