During our time in the house we experienced
I was familiar with the concept of energy vortexes being a point where a helical or spiraling motion or vibration of energy is concentrated. They usually form around areas of low pressure, which are created naturally by the shifting of the planet or by traumatic emotional events transpired by human beings, such as war. The low pressure attracts, pulls, and drags more energy from both the physical and non-physical realms towards its center creating a portal between the realms. After living in the house for only a year I understood that though the general energy of the house was pleasant there had been some uncomfortable emotional events that had transpired within the building and that we were not the only beings that resided there. There were three profound events that illustrated this to me; my daughter being possessed by “an old man”, the night I was yanked, and the young boy running up the stairs.
I don’t remember exactly how long we had been living in the house when my daughter was possessed and it wasn’t a long-term event, it lasted minutes, but it was the most disturbing event we encountered. My daughter doesn’t remember it and when we questioned her the morning after the experience she didn’t have a memory of it so it was difficult to really understand why it occurred and it never reoccurred. My daughter had gone to bed her usual time, which was around eight o’clock in the evening and my husband and I went to bed around eleven. While we were undressing and going through our usual routine, my daughter opened our bedroom door and peeked in. My husband had already gotten into bed and could see her as she leaned into the room. I was at the dresser, which was behind the door and could only partially see her expression. My husband described her as being hunched over with a pinched face, like an old man. She didn’t ask us or speak to us, but sort of looked around the room then exited. I followed her curious to see where she was going. She proceeded into the hallway, walked to the top of the stairs, paused as she glanced down to the first floor, then turned around paused at our son’s bedroom door, then walked back to her own bedroom and climbed into bed. She didn’t attempt anything outlandish or harmful, but the event left us uncomfortable. I cleansed her room the next morning and ensured that she was performing her nightly spell.
You can read about my experience with being yanked HERE.
You can read about my experience with the young boyHERE.
We lived in that house for ten years and although I didn't record every moment of strangeness we encountered I do have some blog entries where I do share some of our experiences. The following are links to the blog entries I could track down:
- The Lady In White
- Suzanne, My Night Visitor
- Paranormal Activity
- Three's NOT Company