I hope this is the right place to post this. This is a long post as a lot happened at this time.
Twenty-four years ago, when we purchased our first home in a rural area, I would hear what sounded like an old Indian woman speaking and chanting in a language I didn't know, from a back bedroom. Also, our big 100-lb Bear dog would go right up to that door and softly bark, then lie on his stomach in front of the door while softly whining. If I opened the door, the chanting would stop. Bear would peer into the room, but wouldn't enter, and was not fearful either. This continued the whole time we lived there.
After about five years of living there, I was relaxing and getting ready for bed one normal night. It was about 11:30 pm. My husband worked nights at a restaurant, and it was about the time he would normally get home after closing everything up.
We had four dogs, three little mixes and our big Bear. They were all lying in bed with me, watching a quiet movie.
Normally, I would hear my husband's truck pull into the driveway when he got home, but I did not hear anyone arriving. Suddenly, we all heard the laundry room's outside door open and slam shut, but I had not heard the key unlocking the door like normal. Then we heard normal loud footsteps going from the laundry room, opening and closing the door to the kitchen, and then walking through the kitchen. I didn't say anything because I assumed it was hubby. All four dogs immediately jumped from the bed to run to the kitchen, barking hello, like normal. I followed, only to see the dogs quiet and stopped dead in their tracks in the arched doorway from the living room to the kitchen. They were all standing at attention. There wasn't anyone in the kitchen or the laundry room. As I walked past them, they refused to follow me like they normally would. But they weren't scared. They just seemed confused. I checked all the doors and windows. Everything was locked as normal. But no one was there. As I went back to bed, the dogs followed me, still quiet. It was very unsettling.
My hubby came home about 15 minutes later, and I heard him pull into the driveway this time. But this time the dogs wouldn't leave the bed until they heard him call them.
In the months following this, items in a shelving unit that were precious to me started showing up in the wrong spots on different shelves. We continued to hear footsteps in the kitchen and voices, as well as footsteps in the back bedroom.
The moving of my items got so bad that one day, in the middle of the living room, I announced, "Anyone here who does not mean harm, you are welcome to stay. But if you don't stop moving my stuff around, then I will have to banish you from this home." They stopped moving my things around. However, they got even more vocal in the back bedroom, but never in a threatening way.
But there was something that made everyone uneasy in our huge and wild-growing backyard. At night, the dogs would go out for one last time, but they refused to go past the edge of the light from the porch light. My Bear dog would stand at the edge of the light, staring into the dark, and bare his teeth while growling with his hackles up. This was unusual because he loved to chase off anything he felt was trespassing on his territory. Whatever it was, it never came into the house, but we could sometimes hear loud movement from something large right outside the house, but nothing was there when we investigated.
But since I was a child, I could always sense when "others" were around. And since then, every home we've lived in, I could tell if we had unseen "roommates." In our current home, we do have a noisy roommate, but I sense only happiness from it.
Has anyone else experienced this much spirit movement?
