15 yrs. ago, in the summer of 1985, my family and I moved into another new home. When we first moved in everything appeared to be normal until some of our relatives passed away. Then strange and unusual things started to happen. After approx.2yrs a friend of mine came to spend the night. When we got ready to go to bed, and she laid down, she told me that she felt as though she couldn't breath. She said it felt like someone was putting a plastic bag over her head trying to smother her. So we switched sides of the bed and it wasn't 5 mins and I felt the same thing that she did. It felt like a person had put their hands on both sides of my face, while holding onto a piece of plastic, at which point it seemed as though someone was trying to smother me. Needless to say, we slept in the living room floor. The next morning I changed my room around. That night everything was fine, nothing happened, but in that side of the room my bed was on origionally, you could feel something there. It was cooler on that side of the room and it felt like someone was standing there with me at times. So I talked to my mom about this, and she said it was my imagination, and so we dropped the subject. A few days later we noticed that some spots, which were on the ceiling when we moved in, and had been painted over, had bleed thought the paint in our living room. That weekend we painted the ceiling again. About a mounth later the spots had bleed through again, and someone told my Mom to put "killz-it" paint on it, and it would not happen again. It did happen again,...it just took a little longer. Even today, the spots are still there. Then next thing I noticed was that one night, I could hear what sounded like footsteps. It sounded as if they came in the front door and went around into the kitchen. Mom asked me if I had also heard the footsteps. I told her that I had, and told her it sounded like a friend of her's, that she once took care of. He would drag his right foot when he walked, because he had a stroke a few yrs. back. When he died my mom found him, and from that day on, when we heard the footsteps, she would say that he was checking on her. When my Grandpa died about 6 months later, my Mom and I were sitting at her house, in the middle of the day, with the front door locked. All of a sudden the door opened and closed by itself. I don't know what's happening at my Mom's house, but I do know that it would take me a few days to write everything that has happen there. Can anyone tell me if it is a relatives spirit checking on my Mom, or what? Oh by the way she still lives there today, and so do the spirits!!!!!........... Queen B
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