Posted: October 24, 2012
My
husband and I had been married for less than a year when we stumbled upon a
great deal of a house in an older established neighborhood adjacent to a small
private university.
From what
we had been told, the house was recently put on the market and the seller was
eager to be “rid” of the house. We jumped at the chance to buy this house, and
of course we didn’t ask any questions…big mistake.
Once we
had moved in, several months went by without any problems. I began to notice
that when I went to bed at night, I would hear music playing, classical music
which was very faint. I noticed that when I would lift my head off the pillow,
the music would stop. This continued for several nights in a row. My husband
worked 3rd shift, so I never discussed this with him. After many
nights of little sleep, I started searching the house for the source of the
music. I found nothing.
Another time I was vacuuming when I heard a woman’s
voice call out my name. I looked around, nothing and no one there. This
actually happened several times. Whatever
“this” was, didn’t like my husband, as his things were hidden from him over and
over again; keys, wallet and the like. He would find them in the freezer, or
tucked away in a sock drawer.
One evening I was home alone and doing the dishes
at the kitchen sink. The stove was behind me, and had a dirty frying pan on it,
and I hadn’t gotten a chance to reach for it yet. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw something move behind me. When I turned to look, the frying pan was
floating in the air about a foot off the stove and started drifting towards me,
when it suddenly dropped at my feet. I then felt a gentle hand squeeze my
shoulder. I whipped my head around and no one was there. My guess is someone
was trying to tell me not to forget to clean the frying pan.
Eventually
my husband had enough. He came into our bedroom one morning while I was still
sleeping and told me that something had to be done. He was sick and tired of
his things being moved and hidden, making him late for work. We finally had a
discussion about everything that we had experienced. My husband told me in no
uncertain terms that “it” had to go!
I
contacted a psychic I had heard about from a friend, who could perform a
cleansing. Her name was June and was about 70 years old. She came to our house
that same day I called her. When she walked in to the house, she immediately
said “I see a short man with light colored eyes standing here with us”. Of
course I saw nothing and started to feel uncomfortable. June told me he didn’t
want to leave because this was his house. June explained to him that he wasn’t
welcome here, it wasn’t his house anymore and to go to the light. She spent
several minutes walking through the house and cleansing. She eventually
finished and told me that the spirit was gone.
I was
curious as to who this man was, so I took a short walk to the University and
looked in the archives at old yearbooks, I did this because I had found out the
original owner was a professor and I also had a name while I was researching
our house’s history right after we moved in. I eventually came across a
yearbook from 1912 and looked up this man’s name. The picture of this professor
shocked me…even though the picture was in black and white, you could clearly
tell he had very light blue eyes, they stood out that much. There was a caption
underneath which was written by a student, and it read “even though he is a man
of short stature, he is big with his words”. There is no way this psychic could
have known he was short and had light blue eyes.
The
unusual events stopped after that day.
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