Did I ever mention that I bought a house that scares me? It’s true. One of the top five reasons I was super nervous to buy my house. Ever since I started coming here over 20 years ago, a spirit has come to me. Every. Single. Time. It even came to me in May when C and I were on our research and development mission. One night was so terrifying that I flung my arms into the air to guard myself, knocking the framed picture from the wall and onto my head. I am so lucky the glass didn’t shatter. Needless to say, the event even frightened C as he had no idea what I was so terrified of as I begged
No! No! No!”. The upstairs of my home has always felt uneasy, even in the daylight. I’m always nervous to come up here. Even now 8 weeks later, I still get a little creeped out. I asked my parent’s, who have stayed here numerous times over the years, and they have never had a single experience and always feel comfortable in this house. When I mentioned my unease to my aunt, she admitted to also being uncomfortable here at night when alone. She also mentioned that my other aunt had similar feelings about being here.
Over the last few weeks, I have become a little bit more comfortable. Even though I still feel the presence, I am hopeful that my intentions to put love into this home are pleasing and that is why he has been less in my face. I will admit that the room I’ve turned into my office/craft room was the creepiest of all. Even my nieces wouldn’t go in there. After slapping on some paint mixed with a touch of love, I can honestly say the room has a different vibe. Just last night, Willy woke me up at 3:30 am and I was able to work in my office until 7 am without a single feeling of unease.
So I’ve been attempting to settle in and coexist in peace. That is until my friend Fishy who is here for a visit mentioned that she has heard footsteps and doors opening and shutting every night that she’s been here. Apparently I was clueless to the noises but she swears it was obvious and loud enough to notice. The steps, she says, were in my bedroom but all of the animals were downstairs cuddled by the fire with us.
I’m not really sure how to proceed here. It’s not the first haunted house I’ve lived in either. I have hopefully made my peace by stating out loud that I am fine if they want to live here just don’t scare me. I will coexist just fine. I do have sage that I could smudge the house with which I might still do anyway just to cleanse the energy. My home is on a reservation land so it doesn’t surprise me that there is activity here. In hopes that this is in fact a native presence, smudging should not offend my house mate.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the more love and improvements that are poured into the house will result in this place feeling a little less creepy….