Disappear and reappear

It was 11:00 PM, and I was home alone. As a grown man who has had several paranormal encounters, I don’t scare easily.

In my house, it was normal for items to disappear and reappear, and for lights to flicker around me. I lived in a home where the previous owner had died of cancer. Neighbors told me she spent all her time gardening, but as her illness progressed, the garden became overrun with weeds. I smudged the house with sage, placed salt across the windowsills and doors, and explained out loud and telepathically that she had passed away and I would take good care of the home.

Before moving in, I repainted the interior, replaced the old carpet, remodeled the bathrooms, and built a hearth for the fireplace. I made many improvements, hoping the ghost of the previous owner would see that and leave me alone.

Despite this, I heard sounds in the attic, like someone walking over the rafters and murmuring. Cold spots were common, especially in my bedroom. Occasionally, I smelled rotten odors without any logical reason. I often felt the mattress compress at the foot of the bed, as if someone was walking on it. I was used to being tormented in my sleep, but this was different.

One night, as I lay on the couch, a fully loaded DVD rack toppled over. It was four feet high, two feet wide, and weighed at least 20 pounds. Only force could have knocked it over. Why? Who? Something invisible had the power to do this, and it terrified me.

At the time, I was living a life of sin and felt I couldn’t pray for help. I resolved to get married and get baptized to cleanse myself. I contacted a psychic to cleanse my house. She walked around, asked for a ladder to get into the attic, and said I must have had serious protection because something had attached itself to me in childhood. She said it was gone but warned this could be just the beginning. I paid her $200.

To be safe, I contacted another psychic. He asked many questions about my life and personality. He told me my spiritual aura was darker than anyone he’d ever seen. He cleared my home and aura of the darkness. Between both psychics, the problems at home stopped.

At work, however, a fully charged nitrogen bottle tipped over on a steel welding table. It began rolling towards the edge, and I ran to stop it. It took considerable force to tip it over, and the table was perfectly level.

In my previous home, strange things happened. My roommate asked if my girlfriend (now my wife) was into dark practices because things changed after she moved in. His family heard a whistle when the girls used the upstairs shower, and the dogs growled at the ceiling and the pantry closet. Lights and the TV would turn off by themselves.

I told my roommate my wife wasn’t a witch and explained the lights flickering and finding a bat in my room. The worst was a giant toolbox lifting off a dog kennel and being thrown inside. It was loud, and only one of the kids was home. She heard the slam and asked what happened. I told her and my roommate about the paranormal events.

One day, we returned home to find one of the dogs outside. The front door was locked, but the side door was on the ground, door jam and all. Something had kicked it out with tremendous force. The dog was massive, and no intruder would have let him loose. My dog’s kennel was also unlocked, but he stayed inside, terrified of the bigger dog. It was a deliberate act to get my dog hurt or killed.

There was another door upstairs in my roommate’s room that led to a small deck. It was always left closed, but on a few occasions, I found it open. Who or what opened that door more than once?