It began when i was looking at a new location to move to. I had been told of this home for rent-to own, or purchase. Needless to say, as a single mother this was to good to be true. It had been totally remodeled, due to the fact it had sat empty so long. I had a friend from work go look at it with me on ou lunch break, and it was great....But when we looked at the owner told me it was not locked because there were so many workers coming in and out. My friend kept hearing the worker's talking, no matter if we were outside, or inside, but we never could find any there. i didn't hear them, but it drove her crazy. later i figured why she heared them. I named my loud friend that could not be seen Elmer. He was an old man heavyset farmer type who would always make noise either walking up, and down the hall, or opening doors, or playing with the celling fans. I saw him only once in the reflection of the mirror of my room. He never bothered me, unless he got mad and tied my mi! ni-blind stings around the slat's. He stopped leaving the closet door open in the living area, after i asked him to stop, but if a man came into the house the blind's were just a mess. About living there for six months the air cond. started smelling of sulfer. Then I noticed the pictures on the walls were being moved. At first just slightly, then I had a party for the fourth of July. Well alot of men came with their wives that day, then as we stood in the formal living room, the picture above the firepace mantel went alost out the door, breaking several things were broken off the mantel, and after that day things got worse.To shorten up this story, at one point I could call my friend and tell her I was thinking of leaving and you could hearform my bedroom which was down a hall of eight and one half feet, the bed being shaken. Not just a tug, but a real fit. My bed is about sixty years old at that time, so it was very sqweeky when moved. then I had to take the objects off the w! all around the bed due to they would be knocked on the bed when I was in it. There was a one car attached garage, that had been made into an extra room. I chose to use it as a den. We put the T.V. in this room, so we spent alot of time there. This is the room where my friend from work heard the voices. It had a small closet so if you wanted it for an extra bedroom you would be equipted. This door knob didnt have it's latch in it. The gut's were missing,so it was just a knob. The end of my dream home. I had came in once, and my children were having promblems with their bedroom doors being locked up when they shut their door.There were no locks on their bedroom doors! They slept in my room, due to hearing the footsteps all through the home. After the bedroom doors stuck up(not due to paint, or swelling from the weather!)I had a bad scary nite. You walked from the den to through the kitchen, and around a corner into the formal living, and on one wall in the midlle was the hall to! the three bedroomsw, and bath. I had finished watching tv, and started turning off everything, going from one room to the next turning off the lights, and turning on the next to see my way to the bed, when I had a real bad scare go over me, and i had to run my hand into the formal room to get the light to see my way. I ran my hand up and down the wall trying to find the switch to the celling fan with light's, when I could tell straight in front of me where my sofa sat there was a man on it...I wanted to freeze, but this was the only way to the doors to get out of the home. So I kept trying to find this switch! It seemed like an hour, but I got it! I looked straight ahead, and here sat a man who was not of this erea, he looked as if he was from the victorian ara. He had on a ruffled sleeved, and collered shirt with black pant's. They were not jeans, a strange style. He had dark hair, no hat, heavy beard and mustache. He also had a very evil look to him, and an evil look on his! face. His arm's were crossed as if he was angry. He looked at me, and I froze in place. He stared for what felt like forever, and told me you will not leave! He never changed his stance, and the look on his face. I was so scared I just started crying, and I put my hand's over my face. When I opened them he was gone. After that I had to find somewhere to go, but the front door was stuck, so I went through the whole house and the bedrooms doors would all open. I could not call on the phone, I knew it could hear me, and I have a cellular phone and i would deal with it if i could just get out. I heared noise from the den, so I went that way since I had no luck with the main doors, and those windows were the only one's close to the ground to try to go through. I heard the noise from the closet that could not lock up due to the knob. The door was as shut tight as a locked door and would not budge..I freaked out and screamed 'LET ME OUT,. FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!' I ran back to the front ! door, with only keys in hand, and only nite clothes on. Thn i pulled on the door until I got it pulled open enough to get ou. Mind you this door was still pulling as I was. To much for me to handle. I had a friend and her husband go with me so I could get some clothes, and personal items out of the house. I made him go in with me, because he though I was just a fruit. You know looney, a non believer(before this so was I). Well I asked him after I had my items on the porch to go to that room as I waited in the formal living room and see if he could get that door that could never lock opened...It only took a second before he came in and sid 'LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!' We ran! He had helped with work around there, aand he knew this door didn't lock, and had no way to lock. He never said what he heard, but he cursed and told me he would not ever go back into that house! Nore did I friends packed me and I moved into storage, and stayed with friends until I could get som! ething..I didnt care, and that's not like me. How do you tell you landlord??? This is not normal. I do feel like I am normal and have a simi normal lifestyle...I have not had anything like this ever happen sinse, so who knows..It's unsolved as far as I'm concerned..I've not talked about it, I tried to tell Mom, and she told me the blind kept getting messed up when she helped move me out, but she thought I had a mental glitch for a while. The back glass sliding door kept getting unlocked while she was there too, she would lock it, then pass by it to the kitchen and notice it was unlocked again..but she doesn't believe! Who know's?? All I know is alot of stuff happened while I was there, and I saw it myself, so did my children??????? ' How it changed my life:I really checked out my homes before I moved, and I dont fell like someone is watching me always like I did there. I just fell spooked, and easely scared...amost too jumpy, ie..when the phone rings ect....
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