Originally Posted by Carlota69
(Post 4771740)
Here's my story. Its long, but instead of answering every PM, I just thought I'd share with everyone.
My boyfriend at the time and I moved into this old house in Fresno Ca. The house was built sometime in the 30's. It was old english tudor style. It also had a gated entrance with 2 lion statues in front of it. We always joked about how the lions looked demonic, something you'd see in a sci-fi fantasy movie. Or a horror movie.
Before we moved in, Zak and I decieded to go early and clean the house up for move in. the whole time, I felt some sort of funkiness, but couldn't put my finger on it. At one point Zak had to go to the store to get more cleaning supplies, leaving me alone in this very large and very empty house. While he was gone the funky feeling got stronger, but I just ignored it. I had nver felt anything like that before, so I just figured it was nothing.
I was cleaning the stove with 409 and when I went to the sink, it was full of water. Thats was confusing to me, since I hadn't filled the water with sink, not did I hear it fill up. But, since I was the only one there, I must of filled the sink up. So i left it at that.
After we moved in, all kinds of weird shit started happening. The first thing, which didnt seem totally odd at first, was a car accident in front of our house. But, after awhile, accidents happened all the time. We even made jokes about who's turn it was to call 911. Also, our roomates pictures kept getting turned face down. My cat, who hid underneath the stove for the first week we lived there, kept going down to the basement and she's be gone for hours. And even if she didnt want to go down the basement, she made sure we kept the door open for her. if we didnt, she'd wine incesently. Also, it was always freezing in the house. We thought our heater was broken, but it wasn't. We froze our ass off, and we could see our breath. If we were hanging in the living room watching TV, the light switches in other rooms would go off. you could hear the clicking of the switches. And these were heavy duty switches. Remember, this house was built in the 30's. Plus of course, you could see the lights going on and off. There was one room no one would go into because that funky feeling was strongest in there. Also, the tv would just change channels while you were watching. Oh, and the sinks and bathtubs, filled up with water constantly.
Now, our roomate was freaked the **** out. I was in the middle. I was uncomfortable with what was going on, but I kept trying to have a level head about things. Trying to explain things, but in the back of my head I knew something was awry. Zak on the other hand, was a staunch non-believer. Everything could be explained and we were just scaredy cats.
Finally, just to appease us, Zak went looking for a medium, a psychic type, ghost hunter kind if you will.
When the medium came over, she went thru the house, without saying a word. And we told her nothing, absolutely nothing about our experiences. She had us light candles, candles we bought. We each had one candle burning in front of us.
She told us of 7 spirits in limbo. She told us our house was a gateway for spirits as well.
One spirit, named Susan, lived int he house in the 40's. She was a very religous woman, who was also very kind. She wanted us to live a better and more moral life ( we partied alot). She also died in a car accident, in front of the house.
Then there was Maria, who lived ont he property back in the early 1900's. She was all about black magic and loved ****ing with our roomate, because she was so scared all the time. the medium asked if a constant prank was being played on her. We told her about our romates pictures constantly being faced down.
Then we learned about the 'evil" spirit that resided in the room, that no one would even walk thru. We also learned about the woman who lived there in 60's. the one that died of pnuemonia--you know, water filling up the lungs.
Then the medium asked us if our cat had a fascination with the basement. Yes, of course. Well, it turns out there was a little girl living in the basement. She loved to play with our cat. She was also 5 and didnt understand that she wasn't alive. She hid in the basement from another spirit named Martin.
Martin was evil. Martin was the funy feeling that I personally always got. MArtin was the one that would stand outside my shower, and provoke me to always look out, like who the **** is there. when I would look, I would see nothing. Martin didnt like me, or Zak. At all. While we were talking to the medium about Martin, Zak became very white, very pale. The medium described martin and his fascination with Zak, and ultimately breaking us up. During this, the medium asked if I had recently had a problem waking up Zak. I said yes, and Zak was a light sleeper. But a couple of nights prior, I couldnt wake him up to save my life. This is when Zak, got up and went to the bathroom to get sick. It hit him hard. It was at the moment that Zak believed.
AS it turned out, Zak became a complete asshole while we lived there. He changed, I can't explain it. We did break up. I moved out. Zak lived there for a few more months. About 9 months later, Zak and I worked our shit out and got back together. In fact, we were married for 10 years. However, Zak doesnt remeber the time in the house very well. As he says, the whole thing is a deep, thick fog. He doesnt know why he became a different person. Also, he went to buy some stuff at a store a few months after he moved out. While he was writing a check, a check with that address on it, the clerk went white and asked, "you don't still live there do you?". Zak said no of course, but knew exactly why she asked that.
Now, when I walk into a house, that I might live in, if i feel any sense of funkiness, the same type of funk, there's no ****ing way I will live there. No way.
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