Sisters of Grace

According to various studies, there are about 40% of people who believe in ghosts, spirits, and the paranormal. Half of this number is represented by those who have had personal experiences. What is your stance? Do you believe in spooks? Who is it behind these experiences, could it be our dead relatives, ancestors, angels, demons, etc.? I want to share one of my experiences. I cannot say what exactly it was, but it definitely changed my thoughts on the whole matter.

This was not the first time I had experienced things supernaturally. I was more aware of it at this point. I think sometimes when it happens most people rule it off as their imagination. I find this particularly true if the person experiences the phenomenon alone. At this time I was not the only one that experienced it so I knew it happened!

In the summer of 2010, I took a trip with a couple of friends to meet a guy in Maryland, and we fell in love. A couple of months prior to the trip, we had begun our friendship by talking on the phone. He decided that he wanted to move to my home state and we all would be roommates at our friend’s house. This was incredibly stupid, but we were so young! The move went well; it was my first time away living from home. I was 21 years old, and he was 19.

There were two other people that were staying pretty regularly at the upstairs apartment and decided to move out, right before Michael and I moved in. Our roommates were my best friend and his best friend, who was also from Maryland, and they also were dating. (Ahhh young love). We were to take the upstairs apartment which I was happy with because it was the spacious and nice.

At the time, I worked nights so I would be gone a lot. I remember Michael being kind of on edge at night, and he told me he was freaked out. I asked him why, he said he didn’t know but it was just creepy. We laughed it off, just like anyone would and just went on with life. It was fun we would party, hang out, go out, and all just be together all the time as a group. I can’t remembered which occurrence happened first, but it was pretty quickly after moving in. The house was on a corner lot, and there was an old church across the street. I don’t even think the church was in use anymore.

One Sunday I remember we were relaxing in bed with the door shut. As we were talking, the door slowly opens, and I lean over and look to see no one there. I assumed it was my friend’s baby because she would have been so short and maybe I didn’t see her. However, later I mentioned it to my friend and she said no, she didn’t go upstairs. It still creeps me out the things that happened! A few days later, Michael asks me if I have seen his “Jesus Piece” necklace anywhere. I told him that I hadn’t seen it but I knew that he always kept it on the on of the four posters on the bed. We looked all around it was gone. We actually never found it even after we moved out.

By this time, I am starting to tell my friends about these strange things bit, by bit. My friend tells me that the other roommates that moved out said things happened to them too. The house still had furniture in it that the landlord let us use and it was this old tv. Well the guy DJ, said he was upstairs watching tv in the living room and that the channel kept changing. He would have to manually get up and fix it because it was so old there was no remote. Each time, just as he would sit down it would happen again, his girlfriend was there too. They decided to ask his cousin, whom was my best friend if it was haunted. However, she didn’t believe him.

When she told me their story, I knew it was real because I wasn’t even around when their experiences happened. As I said, I worked nights so I would get home when it would be still dark, I remember pulling into the car port and seeing the front door wide open. I thought that was strange because we never leave doors open when we go to bed. I felt a very ominous feeling as I entered the house, I went straight to my bedroom in the back. I climbed in bed and woke up my boyfriend. I ask him about the door, he says he shut and LOCKED it before bed! Now I was freaked! Our roommates used their own private entrance.

Once again, I tell my friends and they are just as nervous as I am, but they just haven’t experienced much yet. I am beginning to wish I hadn’t moved, in because I am really not sleeping. I was staying up late, working all night, and barely able to rest in the daytime. The stress is kicking in and my immature boyfriend is not making it better. He was playing in this recliner chair that could lift off of the ground by using the remote. I was in the bathroom across from the living room doing my hair and makeup getting ready for work that evening. We were arguing about something, and as we began to get in a heated discussion the door to the living room slams shut. I didn’t see it but felt the wind of it and obviously the loud bang.

I was looking in the mirror, but I just glanced out of the corner of my eyes immediately. I ask Michael why he would slam the door in my face and he’s still in the same spot. The recliner, we both heard the door, but we are alone in the apartment. The recliner was still off the ground when I peeked my head in the room. Most people, if they had slammed a door, you would know it and they wouldn’t lie about it, because it’s quite common. I would understand because we were arguing pretty heatedly. However, he was just as confused as me.

A few weeks pass and we all are starting to get over this house and all the weird things. We decide that we are going to stop paying bills here and save money for another apartment. We went as far as not paying the electric bill, because we wanted to be cheap. So in our minds we can just use candles for light and it’s fall time so we can handle the cold. We stopped buying groceries, and just would eat snacks or fast food. We stayed in the house like this for a week or two. We got the eviction notice and everything. However, we are riding it out as long as we can.

One night, we have all the candles lit upstairs in the kitchen, and my back bedroom. We are all gathered in the kitchen talking and we are sharing the experiences with each other again, because the previous friends who stayed there are visiting. They tell us another story about the recliner. DJ tells us that he was hanging out and he kept hearing the massage chair on but no one was in the chair. He decides that maybe it’s broken and he is going to unplug it, well guess what! It was already unplugged!!!!

As we are joking and talking about everything, we see an intense bright light in my bedroom. It was as if the lights had turned on by themselves, but remember, we had no electricity! I glance back and immediately get the goosebumps. I ask if they saw what I saw, and everyone agrees that those four or five tea-light candles cannot produce that much light. We are so screwed! I can remember trying to be so brave, but truly not understanding these things. How is this possible?

Oh how I love scary movies, yet this was REAL LIFE! I wasn’t alone, imagining these things. My friend then tells me that she had heard whispers close to her ear when she was in the bathroom. This thing is doing more and more. One day I am about to head to the downstairs apartment, when I sense a presence following me out of my bedroom. It was almost as if I could feel a light air on my neck. I had goosebumps, I was walking hurriedly and trying to reason with myself. I tell myself in my mind that I wish this thing would try and hurt me and that I am not afraid! Well just the I felt a push on the stairs and I almost go crashing into the wall below. I was too afraid to even look behind me.

A question that I ask, Did we cause these manifestations, was it always there? Who was it? What was it trying to communicate? I really don’t know, the only thing the landlord told us was an elderly man had died there. The chair belonged to that old man. The last straw was one day, I was home alone with my best friend and her two kids, and we were sitting in her kitchen in the downstairs apartment. We started to hear loud footsteps upstairs, and thought the kids must have went up but upon checking the door at the top of stairs was latched! We tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder, to the point that we grab the kids and go running outside. We remained there until our boyfriends got home. Thank God, we finally got a new place and left that house!

The whole ordeal only lasted, maybe a couple of months but it was very scary! I felt so relieved when we got our new place! I still think about this often. I wonder why it happened to us. I think sometimes maybe it was a warning to us all to live better! We all were wild, reckless, and headed into a lot of grief. My life got really hard the next year. My relationship with Michael was a train wreck, the only blessing was our son. He is my world, I love being his mom, and I am glad I left his father in 2012.

Have you ever experienced anything like this? Or any other supernatural event? I would love to hear about it! Happy Reading!

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