The first sign was the creepy feeling in the bassement and then soon became the creepy feeling throughout the house. Before i moved into this house I would have a repetitive nightmare that I was battling evil spirits with prayers and the power of invested in me. I would wake up saying things like "In the name of god".the first bit of physical proof was when my dog barked at the basement stairs. my dog was not a barking dog,anyone who has ever had the pleasure of being around a husky knows that they only bark at danger or if they want to play. so for my dog to growl and bark at the stairs in a protective stance, I knew the energy was not good. I often heard the voices of my roommates coming from their rooms. The children of the house saw him often and referred to the spirit as the boogeyman. several times I cleared the house by praying to archangel micheal and for a day or so , the feeling that someone was right behind you, breathing down your neck would dissapate. but always return with some vengence. door slamming, lucid dreaming of not being able to open my mouth when trying to pray while being surrounded and hovered over by strange people. I am energy sensitive, and often feel emotions strongly that do not belong to me. I know when this is happening to me and am able to read it as someone else’s vibe.I prayed alot, almost nonstop in my head, to archangel micheal for his protection. I did not like being naked in that house. anyone that knows me , knows i like to have the least amount of clothing as possible. not for stylish reasons, but for freedom of movement and what not. I did like bending over in the nude like, getting out of the shower and picking up my clothes was done quickly everytime. I dont think there was one time that i was naked in my home there that I felt alone. No privacy at all, it seemed. When I tried to have the houuse blessed, the woman would take my money. she said just start lookiong for a new place to live, since we were only renters. "this place is like a portal, there are many spirits coming thru here. It started with the natives who were slaughtered for this land. they are definetly not leaving and neither is the man who owned this house. she also mentioned that there was tense sexual frustration. later I learned, that the man who lived and died in the house had a drinking problem. he was said to be the coolest guy until he became too drunk. which apparently was too often for who his wife, who gave him an ultimatum. "quit drinking or I will leave". she moved to new york city and he drank himself to an early grave before he could finish his basement, which had a bar area, the backyard that had a pool. it was the poolman who filled us all in on the gossipy details and was not that surprised to hear that he was haunting the place. the last night I ever spent there, it was unusual that my dogs did not want to go in my room with me when it was time to go to bed. They both slept on the bed with me every night.I was saying my prayer to archangel micheal for protection, so I clearly know that my mind was not drifting off. when a thought that felt like energy moving from the back of my head and out my forehead went through my mind (literally). "I can’t satisfy my wife". I knew it did not belong to me, first of all me being a woman and all. I had enough I turned off the light pulled the covers up,as soon as I was lying on my side. I felt a hand trying to move up my thigh. I shot out of bed went to sleep in my roomates bed for the rest of the night.A month later I was moved out completely, but had not stayed a single night there again. In fact I would not even go there after dark. There are many other incidences to tell. But I will just have to write a book eventually.
Submitted by: Chris M.