Back about 15 years ago, I bought a trailer. It wasn’t anything special.
It was about 50 years old, not in good shape, but it was a roof. Shortly after purchasing it, I began to realize it didn’t have a good feel to it.
My dog was unsettled. I would go to work and come home to him hiding under a chair. I would have to coax him out and he wasn’t happy. He acted scared. My dog would sit in the house and look down the hall or into a room and bark and growl. My dog would not leave my side. He had became very clingy.
I started to feel like I was being watched from the room whatever room next to where I was. If I was in the kitchen I would have the feeling that I was being watched from the living room. If I was in the second room, the feeling would come from out in the hallway, if I was in my room, I felt like I was being watched from the end of the hallway. Something was definitely not right!
It was cold in my trailer, no matter how hot it was outside. No matter how much I cleaned it, that place never seemed clean. Right after I moved in, the fridge quit, the stove quit, and right at fall, the furnace quit. I also began having horrible asthma attacks awakening me at night and then I got bed bugs. After that, pneumonia and my mother was making me nuts! I was having an awful time and I didn’t understand it.
After all this, I started seeing a shadow in my home. It wasn’t just a feeling anymore. It would follow me through the house. It never got close to me. The shadow would watch me from a distance. I pretended not pay it any mind, I didn’t acknowledge it. I didn’t know what to think about it, do about it or even understand it. I just ignored it like it wasn’t there.
I had these kind of experiences since I was 13. I told my mom, she wasn’t nice to me. My parents were psychologically abusive. They tried to convince me that I was crazy. My mom kept telling me I was crazy and she would tell me there was something wrong with me. She would look at me with such an expression of disgust. I am 52 and to this day, I am convinced she hated me with all her heart.
I was in school, no internet in those days! I started to believe there was something wrong with me. I started going to the library and finding everything I could on mental illness. I read about schizophrenia. Then, I was certain there was something wrong with me. My mom completed her goal. I really turned inward after that. I felt ashamed, I was scared of being found out. Plus, I was scared of the things I heard and saw.
Everything went on for quite a while with that thing watching me. Then, one day I was in the hall putting clothes in the washer and I felt it. That was the first time I felt it and the only time. It moved very quickly toward me. I could feel it. I felt it’s energy. I felt it moving. I felt it’s evil intent. It wanted in me. My back was turned to it as it came. I don’t know if it knew that I felt it coming. It happened very quickly, like in seconds. Right before it got to me, I turned around quickly and I hollered at it, “Get away from me!”
At that moment, it fled. I didn’t feel its presence anymore; just that quick. It was gone. Right afterward, the scent of roses waft down the hall. There were no roses in my house and it was cold outside, so no windows were open. I walked down the hall to the living room. As I got closer to that room, the scent grew stronger. After entering the living room, I felt my Grandma Goldie for only a brief moment. When her essence had left, the scent of the roses left with her. I never felt that demon again either. I figure she must have taken that thing with her.
That was the only time my grandmother has come to me. We weren’t close in life, matter of fact I’m not sure she even liked me. But, I thank God she was watching over me on that day.