It seems like there's a story to every house. Mine is no exception.
Well, it started out a few months ago, there've always been slight rappings, chills, feelings, and other seemingly "innocent" hauntings going on. But later I would come to understand a bit more as I was talking to a friend in a chatroom. We got to talking about ghosts and paranormal phenomenon and whatnot, and I came to realize why exactly my house was "acting up" all of a sudden.
We were talking about a dream I reoccuring dream I was always having that it was my cousin and I in a forest. We were trying to get to some place, it was probably a park. Then the forest started to move, as if we were on a moving sidewalk. We ended up at some old house. We walked in and there were all these people hanging from the ceiling. I don't know if they were real people or if they were dummies, but they looked both ways to me. Well, as we walked through the house, I noticed the lighting getting red and blue and dark, all depressing like. Then we met up with some old woman. She seemed like a really bad person to be with, like a witch or something because my cousin and I just suddenly sprang out of the house and we ran down the street looking for our moms.
That's exactly where the dream leaves off, there has never been a continuation of it, unfortunately. But in some way it might have a connection with the house. Just about a few nights ago I was using a guide book for a game on my GB Advance SP and I set it down to get up. I came back later only to find it gone. Yes, gone. And to this day we are not able to find it.
After the book incident I approached my door, noticing a faint odor coming from the room. Upon opening the door I had an eerie feeling that I should not have, but I did and a horrible smell reached my poor nose! It smelled like a really old musky cologne that old men wear. Maybe, in a sense, the smell of death. Don't know.
Later there were many eerie sounds, a lot of things might have been just my imagination, but I know a lot were not. Pictures were found a night later with orbs that I had not noticed before. Creepy.
I have not made any contact with this ghost, or whatever it may be, and I don't intend to. Somehow I am scared, yet something tells me to not be afraid if anything were to appear. Whenever something happens, I can't help but feel a sudden regret, like I've done something to invade the person's space. But a logical answer to that would be that we're remodeling the house. Unfortunately, I cannot change what has already been done, and I can't help but feel sad for the whole house for some reason. If anything were to happen, I don't think I'd have it removed, besides, it's their house, they deserve somewhere too, right?