Your True
Tales
September 2003 –
Page 41
Two Presences in
the House
by Lara B.
We were carrying things to bring into the home, my husband entering first. When I attempted to cross the threshold of the front doorway, it felt as if there were an invisible barrier preventing me from entering. I stood there for a moment, thinking "this is ridiculous" when my husband said, "Are you coming in or not?" I replied, "Yeah, of course." It was then that I heard a very deep, guttural voice command, "You are not welcome here!" It startled me so much, I dropped the items I was holding. I said to my husband, "Did you hear that!?" He replied, "Hear what?" I was floored that he didn't hear the same thing as I did, because the voice was very loud and commanding. This has never happened to me in my entire life, so I have to say, I was quite shaken.
I then entered the home, which had an ominous feeling about it. I have always had psychic feelings and an ability to know things about people close to me, before they happened, but I always tried to suppress this ability, thinking it was against my Catholic upbringing. As the weeks went by, I could sense the presence of two separate entities. One, a very good presence, and the other, a very evil presence, in the home. At first, there was another odd occurrence which I thought was coincidence, but later became apparent that something else was at work. On many occasions, as I would flip on a light switch , the bulb would either explode, or would give off a small popping noise, and burn out. I finally wrote it off as bad wiring. (This house was not especially old, it was 20 years old.)
One day, my husband made a remark, "What are you doing, that I keep having to buy light bulbs every month?" I suggested that I thought the wiring may be a concern, and explained the situation. He looked at me in amazement, and said nothing like that had ever happened to him since we moved in. I was also becoming accustomed to the familiar sounds of the home. I knew that when someone walked down the hallway from the children's rooms at the end, to the opposite end which housed our bedroom, the wooden floor beneath the carpet would have a distinctive loud creak, and both of the children's bedroom doors creaked as well. Every night, I would go down the hallway to check on the children, hearing the familiar creak of the floorboards, as well as the doors.
One night, as I lay awake in bed, I heard the hallway floorboards creak, which at first I passed off thinking one of the children was in the hallway. Then I remembered, I hadn't heard the bedroom door creak first, so how could one of them have left their room, without the door creaking? Suddenly, I heard the familiar bedroom door creak, and then the next. I felt frightened, thinking there may be a burglar in the house. I lay awake, heart pounding, for a good 30 minutes, before I got up to check, and found all was well, and both children sound asleep. Since that night, I felt strongly, that the good presence (who I felt was an older woman) made it her duty, to check up on the children, to ensure their safety.
The kitchen sink faced a wall, and my back was to the stairway leading to the basement. Whenever I washed dishes, I felt and saw (in my minds eye) a man, standing over me wielding a knife. I tried to reason with this thought, passing it off as ridiculous. However, at times, the visual and the feeling was so strong, I turned quickly, fully expecting to come face to face with this presence. The experiences were so terrifying, I would never wash dishes after sundown.
One night, I was reading in the living room, and heard the children's bedroom door open. It was around 1 a.m. I didn't hear the bathroom door open, so I wondered what he could possibly be doing at 1 a.m. I came from the left side of the hallway, which was near my bedroom, the opposite of his bedroom at the end of the hallway. He was just standing there, in the middle of the dimly lit hallway looking at me. I asked him what he was doing up so late, and he didn't say a word. I assumed he was sleep walking, so I repeated my question. Then he disappeared right in front of me. This really startled me! I turned the hallway light on, and opened his bedroom door, only to find him sound asleep.
Soon after this experience, other occurrences began happening. Objects were hurtled directly at me, and as I would put my arms up in a defensive mode, it would seem as if they were hitting an invisible wall of protection, and would literally bounce off, and fall to the floor. This would only happen to me, and only when no one was around to see it. I began to sense that the evil presence, either had it in for me, or was trying to make me look crazy. I decided to keep this secret to myself, fully aware that it would make me sound like a crackpot.
After a year of this, my neighbor came over on day for a visit. We were making small talk, and she was talking about having a cleansing of her home. I assumed she meant a cleaning lady, to which she replied, "No, I want someone from the church to come in." She proceeded to tell me she sensed a presence of a man, wielding a knife, whenever she did dishes or worked in her kitchen. I asked her if her home was laid out like mine. She said yes, every third home has the same layout. I couldn't believe that we were both experiencing the same thing! When I told her the things I was experiencing, she asked if I heard about my neighbor (a teenage boy two doors away). I said no, I knew who he was, but that was all. I said he seemed like a nice boy. Ginny told me that her teenage daughter, and some other teenagers were hanging out, in his basement. The younger brother of this teenage boy, was telling the teenagers that he felt uncomfortable being in the basement, and would rather not be down there, asking that they all go upstairs. After some teasing by the other teens, he explained that as his older brother would come down the stairway, his facial features would completely change, and become hideous. Ginny said this caused a slew of teasing, and guffaws. When the boy stuck by his story, they told him to prove it. He called his older brother (who protested adamantly) down to the basement, and every one of the teenagers witnessed the transformation. Ginny said the kids were so afraid, that Ginny's daughter never went back to their home. Ginny told a few other experiences of other neighbors in their homes, and suggested that maybe we were in a subdivision which may sit on old Indian burial grounds. I thought this was ridiculous, and sounded like something out of the movies, and make a joke, that since I was part Cherokee, I should be accepted by the entities. She didn't find the humor in that. I have to say, though, that I was a little shook up.
About a month later, my children were playing ping pong in the basement. It was a nice summer afternoon, and the basement was bright. I was feeling very good that day, and was bent over at the waist, deep in thought about the chores I had to do that day, sorting the laundry on the floor into separate piles. I sensed someone standing in front of me, and assumed it was one of my children. I began asking who won the ping pong game, still sorting the pile. When I received no answer, I suddenly realized the ping pong game was not concluded, because I could hear the ball bouncing off the paddles. I slowly arose from my position, only to see a woman, about 50 or 60 years of age. She wore a white gown, which was filthy, and torn to shreds at the bottom, up past her knees. Her long gray hair was dirty, and her face was smudged, yet she was radiant. As she looked me in the eyes, I felt such love radiating from her, to me. I have never experienced a feeling of love like that, in my entire life. Then in a matter of seconds, she was gone.
I was dumbfounded. Who was she? Was she the good presence I had so often felt and experienced? About a week later, I told this story to one of my dearest friend, who is a devoutly religious woman, about 57 years of age. She told me that she felt this woman was my guardian angel, who was dirty and shredded, because all of the battles she was fighting for me. Wow, that made sense to me. If she was fighting this evil presence for me, she had one big battle on her hands, that was for sure. After four years in this home, I had decided I had had enough, and told my husband that I was moving the children out of the suburbs, and into the country. And this time, I used my gift of discernment to find a 100 year old Victorian farm home, which felt peaceful and serene from day one. It was as if it were meant to be mine. And it was to this day, the best home we have ever lived in, filled with happiness and joy.
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