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Well, I can't even limit this to one encounter. It seems, I have been followed around since I was a pre-teen. But it became very obvious in my late twenties. It started with the classics, you know, the lights turning on and off, doors open and shut. Things going off with no batteries, kitchen cabinets open, while people are watching this. Eventually it went to misty blobs moving through the house all the way to full body apparitions. It all seemed to focus around me, even though, I wasn't the only one witnessing it. A few years ago, I discovered that I was actually an intuitive and an empath. Since that discovery, things have slowed down, or it seems I have more control over it.

When I was married, my wife and I bought a bungalow-style, turn of the century house on Main Street in Greenfield, Indiana. We both loved it -- high ceilings, a study, New England windows, original woodwork. The first month or so everything was fine, until I began painting the dining room one Thanksgiving. At night I distinctly heard footsteps on the wood floor of the dining room, and I assumed an intruder was in the house. I went to look and felt this electricity in the air (that's how I can only describe it). I saw movement just outside the doorway leading into the livingroom, as if somebody had just walked out. I ran through the door (still thinking it was a physical burglar) and saw the same glimpse of someone turning the corner into the hallway. I followed, and saw the same thing enter into the other doorway to the dining room. I finally stopped when I realized this was not a physical thing, and that it was actually making me run in circles. I felt a little creeped out because I was only catching the edge of a body as it passed out of the doorways. I never saw the entire thing. At this point I remember not wanting to think about any of it because it made no sense, and I never told friends or family (although my wife had also been awakened by the footsteps). As time went on there was the occasional footstep at night, the sound of something falling in the dining room (like a large sack of laundry), tapping on the walls of the bedroom, and once the unmistakable sound of a gunshot that jolted us both awake simultaneously. Two years later my marriage was disintegrating. The behavior of the house changed to a sort of dark, malignant thing (at that time I still did not really know what was happening, and I really didn't want to believe it was supernatural). Now there were long, circular scratching sounds on the wall next to our bed (as if you took a nail and slowly did big sweeps of an entire wall), and the slamming of the cabinet doors in our kitchen that kept us both awake one night from about 3:00AM to sunrise. That was when I just gave up and began to believe it was paranormal. I began feeling depressed and suffocating when I was in the house alone and I began to worry about our litte girl. The marriage did fall apart horribly, and my wife and I separated. This was in 2007. Soon after we did she let the house fall into foreclosure. I often wonder what the new owners think. I've thought about stopping by to ask but if nothing was happening there they'd think I was nuts.

I live with an elderly friend who is disabled. The house we live in was built at least 80 years ago. Her father bought it before the Depression, and as the kids came, he built onto it. She bought the house after her parents died, and her brother finished the basement. My room, the old dirt cellar thats been remodeled, was where her father his mason jars full of change. It was his way of making sure his wife would be ok when he died. So, I was in my room, and i heard this jingling noise coming toward me. It stopped by the bed, and was gone. I asked her if she heard any jingling noises, and that is when I found out about the change jars and that there may still be some that weren't found. Turns out, my bed is right on top of the spot her father buried the jars. I've seen her dad walking about the basement, and I've heard my name being called from upstairs, and when i go up to see what she needs, she says she didnt call for me. According to her brother, she and their mother sounded alike. theres always something going on, and Ive gotten to the point that i come home and say hi to her parents. theyre always wandering around this place.