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Need to do some catching up? If you have not already, reading Part I and II of this story will help it make more sense, I promise! You can start here at Part I and check it out first. See you soon!

The same way I somehow “knew” the spirit upstairs was angry, unhappy or was at the very least, attention hungry, when I discovered the spirit in the basement, I knew it was nothing to fear.

Just a warning, this is going to sound very weird but I’m going to tell it exactly as it happened. Sorry if it sounds flaky, I know.

One evening, my husband had gone to a friend’s house for a few hours and the baby was asleep for the night so I decided to do some laundry while I watched t.v.. We had a large, finished basement where my husband had his home office and also where our washer and dryer were. I was always uneasy in the house when my husband wasn’t home but the laundry was piling up and I decided I would try to put my big girl panties on and get on with things.

As soon as I loaded up my basket and headed toward the stairs to go downstairs, I knew something was going to happen. I knew someone – something was down there and I was going to stumble upon it, maybe even surprise it a little.

I kept walking, made it all the way down to the bottom of the stairs, opened the basement door and there it was. I don’t know how to describe what happened or how I felt but somehow, without seeing anything, I knew I was not alone and did feel I had surprised whatever was there. I didn’t feel the usual stomach tightening tingle and fear that always came with my run-ins upstairs. I honestly “heard” in my head, this thing telling me “oh no! Don’t be scared, I’m so sorry, please don’t be scared.”

Well, that fact alone freaked me out. I felt this was going to happen, then it did AND it just somehow spoke to me? As much as I appreciated the apology and it’s not wanting to scare me, too late. I later very calmly explained to my husband that I did not drop the dirty clothes basket at the bottom of the stairs as a hint that I wanted him to do the laundry.

“It feels like this spirit is just kind of hanging out down stairs, like it just lives here and doesn’t want anything but to exist. I don’t feel anything bad about this one like I do upstairs. It was like I just walked in on someone just hanging out and it was more concerned about me being afraid that anything else.”

My husband did admit, a lot of times while working in his studio downstairs, he would feel as though he was being watched but it was never a scary feeling for him either so he always just tried to ignore it.

I was relieved that he’d finally felt something himself and it wasn’t just me but not at all ok with the fact that we possibly had not one but two ghosts in our house.

I confided in a friend of mine, the same friend that had given me the meditation cd, about what had been happening and how worried I was about it.

“Boundaries” she said. “Just because they want attention and to interact doesn’t mean you have to. You can ask it to leave, tell it to leave or just ask it not to bother you anymore and that you don’t want to talk to it at all.”

Still scared, I like the boundaries idea and decided to try to create some. I lay in bed one night and envisioned a dome around our house. I firmly thought, inside this dome is a house of love and happiness, nothing angry, mean or frightening is welcome here. I repeated this several times and held the idea of this thick dome, completely covering our house, driveway and yard in my mind.

I did that more than once and it honestly helped. I never heard a man’s voice in my son’s room again and I was having a lot less stomach clinching anxiety feelings like I would just before something usually happened.

As I’d mentioned before, the house we live in now is one I didn’t even want to look at but once inside, instantly knew this is where I wanted to live. Id’ worried about the transition with my son but just coming with us to look at the place, he immediately ran to a bedroom, claimed it and was excited about moving and having a new room!

Over a year later, it is still weird to us, how much he loves to play in his room now, with or without us in it and how comfortable this house is, for all of us overall. Our Saturday cleaning takes a third of the time it used to and the house looks and feels clean and wonderful. It’s warm and inviting, I’ve never been uncomfortable or afraid in the house, not one time.

Something will come up from time to time about the old place and maybe because enough time has passed along with not living there anymore and feeling so different here, my husband seems more open about talking about things he felt there as well.

We won’t live in this new house house forever, it’s kind of a stop along the road for now but it’s a wonderful place. Warm, comfortable, cozy and feeling full of love and light. The heavy, gray, sadness of our previous place is only a memory now. One I may not totally forget but something I am grateful to leave behind.

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5 comments on “Haunted – Part III

    • It was one time I did not mind all the packing and sorting and labeling at all – haha! Thanks so much for reading Robyn.

  • I knew I couldn’t read the first one until the last one was posted (I’d be sick to my stomach with anticipation and worry). Now that I have read all three, I have to say WOW! I know it was real, but you are a great storyteller. I was on the edge of my seat for every post. I totally believe in spirits and ghosts and your descriptions made me feel like I was right there. I’m so glad you shared!!!

    • I’m so glad you enjoyed reading about the old house! I was almost afraid to post everything like people would think I was crazy or something so I really appreciate your comments. It was quite an experience and something I hope I don’t have to ever re-live. Once was enough – haha! Thank you Carinn!

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