|The Malevolent Ghost|
Families can sometimes live for years peacefully with what they believe are ghosts in their homes. "ArcAngel" is the mother in one family who was resigned to let the many spirits in her house be, as long as they posed no threat. One entity, however, seemed determined to cause trouble. This is her story:
The old house was one of the original homes in our little North Idaho
town. My husband-to-be purchased it and my little four-year-old daughter, my
two-month-old son and I moved in with him. I was going through a divorce from the
children's father in Denver at the time. The house was large and previously unseen by me.
My fiancé asked me to walk through and tell him what I thought of it. I had an eerie feeling about the house from
that very first day, as if someone was watching my every move. This feeling was especially
strong in the upstairs section of the house.
Over the years, we found this home to be haunted by a multitude of spirits. As far we could tell, there was a little boy, his father and about five other entities. They were all considered by us to be friendly, playful and not a threat to any of us.
One ghost, however, was malevolent.
The Darkened Shape
The trouble began when my new
husband I and went to bed one night and were talking for a while before deciding to turn over and go to sleep. I closed my eyes for a second,
then opened them, letting out a gasp at the unexpected sight of a man standing over me. He took the form of a darkened shape and held out what appeared to be something like a black chiffon scarf through which I could see him. He was about to put the scarf over my
face. I could not breathe. And then he disappeared. My husband asked me what had happened, but something would not let me tell him until morning.
After seeing many entities in the form of dark shadows floating throughout the rooms of our home, we decided to put my husband's Bible atop my grand piano, which stood in the dining room. We opened its pages and set it atop the piano lid. We noticed that for the three weeks that the Bible rested there, no strange occurrences took place. It seemed to keep the entities away.
the problem had been solved, I removed the Bible. When I came downstairs the next morning,
I found a short nail driven into the wooden lid of our beautiful piano. The nail
was forcefully driven by something all the way down to the head. I was heartsick as this piano was my pride and joy, given to me by my husband. The nail was in the exact spot where the
Bible had been laid.
The Ghost's Revenge
I carefully removed the nail, and over the years have tried to fill in the hole with waxes and polish to mend the surface. And again strange things began to happen.
One day as I
began to polish the piano, I held the wax can in my left hand as I polished with my
right. Something grabbed the can out of my hand and dropped it hard atop the piano,
making a scratch and a dent on the surface. Another time, while polishing the same area, I removed a large statue of a snow leopard, which I kept
there as a piano decoration. Holding it in my left arm while doing my chore, again something ripped
the figurine from my grasp and dropped it in the center of the piano lid,
leaving another large dent into the wood.
A friend of mine, who is a meticulous housekeeper and appreciates fine furniture, came over to visit on two particular occasions. Instead of going right into the kitchen where we would have our coffee, she stopped in the dining area and leaned on the piano with her car keys in her hand. As she would talk and use her hands during her conversation, she unconsciously came down hard onto the piano surface with her keys. This happened on two separate occasions, leaving scratches and nicks. She never even realized she was doing it.
Once the spirit finished taking out its revenge on the piano, it seemed to turn its attention to the Bible itself. One day, the Bible just vanished. My husband's hobby was reading about the different religions of the world, and he always kept this Bible atop the kitchen table. Now it was gone. We could not find the Bible for several months, and were about to give up looking for it. Then one day some friends came over to borrow some old vinyl records that they had planned to record onto audio tapes. While they sat in the front hall going through the records in the large bookcase, we all heard a thump. I asked what the noise was, and our friends said something had fallen behind the records. When it was retrieved, we found it was the long-lost Bible. Now, this bookcase held three shelves of records, and each shelf was just high enough in which to stand the records, allowing no space above to set a thick Bible - and therefore no way for it to fall behind the records. Also, the records were pushed back as far as they could go to the back of the shelf. Yet the Bible appeared to have fallen off of the top of the records and wedge itself behind them. Simply impossible. Yet there it was.
Whatever or whoever this entity was, it must have been angry with me from the start. I felt that it was angry because I tried to exorcise it from the house by setting the Bible atop the piano in the first place. Knowing how much I loved that piano, it made sure to damage it as much as possible. And when it stole my husband's beloved Bible and hid it, it occurred to us that it was angry with both of us.
Many nights there would be loud bangs on the ceiling - strong enough to shake the house, and always in the rhythm of three bangs. Sometimes only I would hear it; my husband would be right there and never hear a thing. Sometimes he would hear it and I would not. With the children upstairs asleep, many nights we would hear the bangs downstairs on the ceiling. We would run up to check on the children, then check every nook of the house. Always, the children would still be asleep and we would find nothing.
Then things began to spin out of control.
A man's voice began to plague my daughter and her girlfriend, who were now 10 years of age. They were in my daughter's bedroom when they both heard this voice, seeming to come from between the bed and the wall. The voice said, "Psst... psst. Hey, come here!" He said this twice. The girls ran downstairs with ashen faces and told me all about it.
was then she confessed to another phenomenon taking place in her room. My daughter's collection of horse statues
stood in a large corner cabinet behind glass doors. She told me that one day the whole cabinet
began to shake from some unseen force. As soon as her step-father came to her door to tell her that lunch was ready, it stopped shaking.
And the moment he went down the stairs, it again began to shake.
Although we lived in that house for 10 years and endured the many entities within, the malevolent one was becoming less tolerable, especially when it began to frighten my daughter. I was afraid that it would attack my six-year-old son next.
We decided to sell the house and find another place to live. For the first time in 10 years, we finally had peace of mind.
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