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I know I should probably do these in a sort of order, but my mind is rather scattered. Before I go on with this case, let me give you a quick run through of the homes my family has lived in that I can remember.
1st House: don't remember anything about it, nor hearing any ghostly stories from it. Probably the only time of peace I guess.
2nd House: From what I have been told, it was built on an old Indian burial ground. Nothing really majoy happened here. My sister would see what she coined "lightning birds" outside her window late at night. Then just some minor paranormal stuff here and there.
3rd House: Don't know the history behind the house, but a lot of bad freaky things happened in this home. I remember every night while in bed seeing the shadow of some sort of animal sitting on the top shelf in my bedroom. Thing is, there was nothing physically there able to cast the shadow.
4th house: Most of the stuff that happened here was confined to the basement. Don't really know the background of this area as well. Most of the phenomenon here was banging and knocking or things being thrown. You never wanted to be alone in the basement though, always a feeling of being watched down there.
5th house: first real spook central my family encountered. This house was built on bloody land. A lot of death went on around this place. Supposedly it was a sort of internment camp for indian tribes in the area. There was a small stone cabin behind the house that dated back well over a 150 years. There were voices, things moving on their own, scratching behind the walls, things slamming, footsteps, and so on. I'll probably cover this house in my next topic. Again, another novel.
6th house: Things just went from bad to worse and is the main subject of this post. This is the house where I encountered the shaking bed. The house itself has a sad and disturbing history. And this is where we begin.
A Sad Tale
The house originally had three occupants. It was a family of three, the father, mother, and son. The parents had bought the land to build a home and raise their son. The family had built the home themselves. Building the house exactly the way they wanted it. They were bit entrepenurial and ran a small business on their property with a nursery outside and a small bar out of their basement. From the photos that I had seen they looked to be happy and content with where they were at. One day the father and son had gone out in their car, never to return. They had both been killed in a car accident. The mother slowly went insane overly consumed with grief from the two most important things in her world. Without them she felt as if there was nothing left for her. She finally went mad and ended up killing herself in the house that she and her husband built. She did this by banging her head repeatedly and as hard as she could on the door which would become my sisters bedroom. She ran in the bathroom and then down the hall to the top of the stairs, splattering blood on the walls as she ran. With her last bit of energy, she threw herself down the stairs ending her physical existance.
Moving In:
When my parents first bought the house, the house itself was roughly 17 years old. So it wasn't too old. Definitely not old enough that would make one think it had a history, but it did. When we first moved in, there was alot of things still in the house that belonged to what we found out was the previous owner. First tip that something was off. My parents mainly bought the house because it was attatched to a sizeable amount of land roughly 10 acres. So what happened to the former owners and why were there keepsakes still here? Stuff left behind was stuff normally wouldn't leave. Boxes of photos, trinkets and so forth. And wasn't until after the big incident that we found out what happened here.
Change Can Be a Bad Thing
Before even moving in, my parents had plans for what they wanted to do to the house. The basement was basically unbuilt. Just a cement floor. There had been a fire down there when the previous occupantts were still living here, and you could see the extent of the damage. Ititially when we first moved in the house basically had 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, kitchen, dining room, living/family room and a basement. The kitchen looked like something out of "that 70's show" except instead of a linolium floor, it had carpet. So first thing on the bill was to fully remodel the kitchen. With that completed, my dad decided to start remodeling the basement. Start sectioning it off so that we would have a real family room along with a den and other rooms.
Early on, I would get feelings that something else was here. My sister would get the same feelings as well. In case you are wondering, we are both "sensitives" along with my mother. Again, it was one of those kind of being watched feelings.
As my dad proceeded to build out the basement, he started to have pain in his lower back. nothing major initially, but enough to cause him to start slowing down the build. He thought it might be caused from an old injury he sustained from when he was younger. But it wasn't enough to get him from stopping to build.
One night, I was staying in my sisters room and we were just up late talking. My parents had already gone to bed and we hear a loud banging coming up the stairs. Freaked of course, we go to hide under the covers. Nothing else happens this night.
A whole school year passes and nothing major has happened yet. Only real thing going on was my dad's back had been slowly getting worse. Another thing to note is that we tried to get the "stains" (from the blood, but at that time we didn't know that) off of the walls. It waasn't coming out. we tried scrubbing, painting over it, and whatever else to only have the stain reappear later. Another clue.
The Perfect Vessel
It was the middle of summer. My sister went to stay at my mom's sisters place. Which would end up to be a good thing. My dad's sister was having some problems with her boyfriend and needed a place to stay. Since my sister was away, they let my aunt stay in her room. My aunt had/has self-esteem issues not to mention a fairly bad history with both alcohol and drugs making her an ideal candidate for what was to come.
A few days pass, and everything is fine. Then late at night, my mom starts to hear people talking loudly from the room my aunt was occupying. My mom was a bit upset that my aunt would invite people into the house so late and then just act like nobody else was around. The following morning, my mom asked her about it and my aunt told her that she had nobody here and that she was asleep the whole time. My aunt's dog disappears and returns the next day with a large unexplained wound on its side. Things were rapidly starting to deteriorate. A few more nights pass and with each night, my mom would hear people talking. A woman and two men. My mom looked out her bedroom door and so no lights coming out from the room.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
The day started out like any other day, uneventful. I was outside with my aunt playing with the dogs. My mom was inside the kitchen cleaning the dishes and just looking out the window. I turned to look at my aunt and she looked a bit off. I felt a bit uncomfortable and decided to go inside. My mom was watching my aunt and saw that she was having a conversation with a woman. Then she sees the other person step inside my aunt. My aunt then proceeds to turn and come inside. Only thing is, it wasn't my aunt. I see her come in and she proceeds to go directly downstairs where my dad was watching tv. I follow her down. She starts to yell at my dad.
Aunt:"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Dad: "What do you mean, this is my house?"
Aunt: "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!! WHEN YOU MOVED IN, I DIDN'T MIND! BUT YOU ARE MAKING CHANGES TO MY HOUSE AND I WANT YOU TO STOP!! GET OUT NOW!!"
Dad: "I don't know what you are talking about, I bought this house. I own it, this is my house."
Aunt: "NO, IT IS NOT YOUR YOUR HOUSE! I BUILT THIS HOUSE! IF YOU DON'T LEAVE NOW, I WILL MAKE YOUR BACK EVEN WORSE! I THOUGHT IF I MADE YOUR BACK HURT IT WOULD STOP YOU FROM BUILDING!"
Dad: "I will not leave my home!! I bought it, it is mine!!"
This went on for a few minutes and basically went in a circle. My mom then came down the stairs and started speaking some buddhist chants and then proceeded to throw uncooked rice at my aunt. She screamed in pain. It was like something you saw in a movie when you saw a person possessed or a demon or whatever get hit with holy water. My mom kept throwing the rice and chanting and with each throw would be proceeded with more screams of pain. Eventually, things calmed down and my aunt seemed to return to normal. My mom then explained to my dad what was going on.
My aunt felt lost and didn't understand what was going on. She wanted to go upstairs and get something from her room and i went and followed to make sure she was ok. She was very shaken and well she should be. So get in front of the door, that's right same door where a grief woamn bashed her head on repeatedly, and wouldn't you know the door was closed. I go to try and comfort her and say everything will be ok. She turns and looks at me. Thing is i could tell it wasn't her. These eyes were filled with malice and hatred. She brings her hands up in a motion to try and strangle me. I jump back barely in time and luckily my mom came up as well and began to throw the rice and chant again. Again, my aunt screamed in pain. Eventually things calmed down and nothing else happened the rest of the night.
Endings?
The next morning, my aunt packed up and left the house never wanting to return. She came back to the house a couple times but refused to step inside. And if we did manage to get her in she would never stay inside for more than five minutes.
A few days after the incident, we had 3 monks from the temple come out and exorcise the house so this would never happen again. Luckily it never did.
Interesting thing, is that the stains are still on the walls to this day. I'll wash them off, and they will slowly reappear a few weeks later. Occaisionally I would have dreams and the spirit would show up saying that it has returned and that we can't get rid of her. Pretty terrifying and would always scare the bejeezus out of me. Any time I had those dreams it would fill me with dread. Maybe we haven't fully gotten rid of her.
The house is still filled with ghosts. All of them hitchhikers. Most of them are protectors and have saved us at one time or another. But these ones are a topic for next time
1st House: don't remember anything about it, nor hearing any ghostly stories from it. Probably the only time of peace I guess.
2nd House: From what I have been told, it was built on an old Indian burial ground. Nothing really majoy happened here. My sister would see what she coined "lightning birds" outside her window late at night. Then just some minor paranormal stuff here and there.
3rd House: Don't know the history behind the house, but a lot of bad freaky things happened in this home. I remember every night while in bed seeing the shadow of some sort of animal sitting on the top shelf in my bedroom. Thing is, there was nothing physically there able to cast the shadow.
4th house: Most of the stuff that happened here was confined to the basement. Don't really know the background of this area as well. Most of the phenomenon here was banging and knocking or things being thrown. You never wanted to be alone in the basement though, always a feeling of being watched down there.
5th house: first real spook central my family encountered. This house was built on bloody land. A lot of death went on around this place. Supposedly it was a sort of internment camp for indian tribes in the area. There was a small stone cabin behind the house that dated back well over a 150 years. There were voices, things moving on their own, scratching behind the walls, things slamming, footsteps, and so on. I'll probably cover this house in my next topic. Again, another novel.
6th house: Things just went from bad to worse and is the main subject of this post. This is the house where I encountered the shaking bed. The house itself has a sad and disturbing history. And this is where we begin.
A Sad Tale
The house originally had three occupants. It was a family of three, the father, mother, and son. The parents had bought the land to build a home and raise their son. The family had built the home themselves. Building the house exactly the way they wanted it. They were bit entrepenurial and ran a small business on their property with a nursery outside and a small bar out of their basement. From the photos that I had seen they looked to be happy and content with where they were at. One day the father and son had gone out in their car, never to return. They had both been killed in a car accident. The mother slowly went insane overly consumed with grief from the two most important things in her world. Without them she felt as if there was nothing left for her. She finally went mad and ended up killing herself in the house that she and her husband built. She did this by banging her head repeatedly and as hard as she could on the door which would become my sisters bedroom. She ran in the bathroom and then down the hall to the top of the stairs, splattering blood on the walls as she ran. With her last bit of energy, she threw herself down the stairs ending her physical existance.
Moving In:
When my parents first bought the house, the house itself was roughly 17 years old. So it wasn't too old. Definitely not old enough that would make one think it had a history, but it did. When we first moved in, there was alot of things still in the house that belonged to what we found out was the previous owner. First tip that something was off. My parents mainly bought the house because it was attatched to a sizeable amount of land roughly 10 acres. So what happened to the former owners and why were there keepsakes still here? Stuff left behind was stuff normally wouldn't leave. Boxes of photos, trinkets and so forth. And wasn't until after the big incident that we found out what happened here.
Change Can Be a Bad Thing
Before even moving in, my parents had plans for what they wanted to do to the house. The basement was basically unbuilt. Just a cement floor. There had been a fire down there when the previous occupantts were still living here, and you could see the extent of the damage. Ititially when we first moved in the house basically had 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, kitchen, dining room, living/family room and a basement. The kitchen looked like something out of "that 70's show" except instead of a linolium floor, it had carpet. So first thing on the bill was to fully remodel the kitchen. With that completed, my dad decided to start remodeling the basement. Start sectioning it off so that we would have a real family room along with a den and other rooms.
Early on, I would get feelings that something else was here. My sister would get the same feelings as well. In case you are wondering, we are both "sensitives" along with my mother. Again, it was one of those kind of being watched feelings.
As my dad proceeded to build out the basement, he started to have pain in his lower back. nothing major initially, but enough to cause him to start slowing down the build. He thought it might be caused from an old injury he sustained from when he was younger. But it wasn't enough to get him from stopping to build.
One night, I was staying in my sisters room and we were just up late talking. My parents had already gone to bed and we hear a loud banging coming up the stairs. Freaked of course, we go to hide under the covers. Nothing else happens this night.
A whole school year passes and nothing major has happened yet. Only real thing going on was my dad's back had been slowly getting worse. Another thing to note is that we tried to get the "stains" (from the blood, but at that time we didn't know that) off of the walls. It waasn't coming out. we tried scrubbing, painting over it, and whatever else to only have the stain reappear later. Another clue.
The Perfect Vessel
It was the middle of summer. My sister went to stay at my mom's sisters place. Which would end up to be a good thing. My dad's sister was having some problems with her boyfriend and needed a place to stay. Since my sister was away, they let my aunt stay in her room. My aunt had/has self-esteem issues not to mention a fairly bad history with both alcohol and drugs making her an ideal candidate for what was to come.
A few days pass, and everything is fine. Then late at night, my mom starts to hear people talking loudly from the room my aunt was occupying. My mom was a bit upset that my aunt would invite people into the house so late and then just act like nobody else was around. The following morning, my mom asked her about it and my aunt told her that she had nobody here and that she was asleep the whole time. My aunt's dog disappears and returns the next day with a large unexplained wound on its side. Things were rapidly starting to deteriorate. A few more nights pass and with each night, my mom would hear people talking. A woman and two men. My mom looked out her bedroom door and so no lights coming out from the room.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
The day started out like any other day, uneventful. I was outside with my aunt playing with the dogs. My mom was inside the kitchen cleaning the dishes and just looking out the window. I turned to look at my aunt and she looked a bit off. I felt a bit uncomfortable and decided to go inside. My mom was watching my aunt and saw that she was having a conversation with a woman. Then she sees the other person step inside my aunt. My aunt then proceeds to turn and come inside. Only thing is, it wasn't my aunt. I see her come in and she proceeds to go directly downstairs where my dad was watching tv. I follow her down. She starts to yell at my dad.
Aunt:"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Dad: "What do you mean, this is my house?"
Aunt: "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!! WHEN YOU MOVED IN, I DIDN'T MIND! BUT YOU ARE MAKING CHANGES TO MY HOUSE AND I WANT YOU TO STOP!! GET OUT NOW!!"
Dad: "I don't know what you are talking about, I bought this house. I own it, this is my house."
Aunt: "NO, IT IS NOT YOUR YOUR HOUSE! I BUILT THIS HOUSE! IF YOU DON'T LEAVE NOW, I WILL MAKE YOUR BACK EVEN WORSE! I THOUGHT IF I MADE YOUR BACK HURT IT WOULD STOP YOU FROM BUILDING!"
Dad: "I will not leave my home!! I bought it, it is mine!!"
This went on for a few minutes and basically went in a circle. My mom then came down the stairs and started speaking some buddhist chants and then proceeded to throw uncooked rice at my aunt. She screamed in pain. It was like something you saw in a movie when you saw a person possessed or a demon or whatever get hit with holy water. My mom kept throwing the rice and chanting and with each throw would be proceeded with more screams of pain. Eventually, things calmed down and my aunt seemed to return to normal. My mom then explained to my dad what was going on.
My aunt felt lost and didn't understand what was going on. She wanted to go upstairs and get something from her room and i went and followed to make sure she was ok. She was very shaken and well she should be. So get in front of the door, that's right same door where a grief woamn bashed her head on repeatedly, and wouldn't you know the door was closed. I go to try and comfort her and say everything will be ok. She turns and looks at me. Thing is i could tell it wasn't her. These eyes were filled with malice and hatred. She brings her hands up in a motion to try and strangle me. I jump back barely in time and luckily my mom came up as well and began to throw the rice and chant again. Again, my aunt screamed in pain. Eventually things calmed down and nothing else happened the rest of the night.
Endings?
The next morning, my aunt packed up and left the house never wanting to return. She came back to the house a couple times but refused to step inside. And if we did manage to get her in she would never stay inside for more than five minutes.
A few days after the incident, we had 3 monks from the temple come out and exorcise the house so this would never happen again. Luckily it never did.
Interesting thing, is that the stains are still on the walls to this day. I'll wash them off, and they will slowly reappear a few weeks later. Occaisionally I would have dreams and the spirit would show up saying that it has returned and that we can't get rid of her. Pretty terrifying and would always scare the bejeezus out of me. Any time I had those dreams it would fill me with dread. Maybe we haven't fully gotten rid of her.
The house is still filled with ghosts. All of them hitchhikers. Most of them are protectors and have saved us at one time or another. But these ones are a topic for next time
That is an excellent story of posession and ownership. If I bought a house and shortly thereafter found out about it's history, I would pack up right away. Staying there was bad enough, but remodelling is probably what make the evil woman come back.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
Wow. You poor thing. Now that is frightening.
Thank goodness your mom knew what to do. Isn't it weird that some people just go into a type blessing that you'd never knew about?
Like your mom....my Gram just rolled in, and started praying, and doing stuff. I was like "Hmmm. How'd she know how to do that?"
Glad to hear everything is working out for you now. Hope your dad's back feels better.
Thank goodness your mom knew what to do. Isn't it weird that some people just go into a type blessing that you'd never knew about?
Like your mom....my Gram just rolled in, and started praying, and doing stuff. I was like "Hmmm. How'd she know how to do that?"
Glad to hear everything is working out for you now. Hope your dad's back feels better.
Hi Busaiku,
Sounds like you have lived in a few homes that have had activity in them. I've lived in two, the house we are in now being one. Your current home seems to have some negative energy attached to it. It's understandable you have felt frightened many times. Sorry this will be a longer post but theres much to comment on.
I hope you don't mind a few questions but I'm curious about a few things. How did you learn about the history of your current home, the family that lived there and the details of the womans death? Who owned the place after the woman committed suicide or did the house sit empty until your family purchased? When your parents were viewing the property did your Mom sense anything while walking through the house? Were the stains visible or did whoever put the place up for sale paint over them in effort to hide them? We have found things left behind by previous owners also, our last place in paticular. What did your family do with the items that were left behind?
Each time we've done remodelling here we too noted an increase in activity. Nothing bad just more active. Same thing with our last home although things often went wrong when we tried to remodel there. We had an earthbound and I don't think he appreciated our changing things.
You may have an answer on what was causing the shaking bed you spoke of in your other thread. If the woman considered you all as intruders she may be the one who was causing it?
I have read numerous books, articles etc by a collection of authors whom are gifted (psychic/mediums) and/or very knowledgable on the paranormal having done considerable research over many years. In all that I have read and researched it was often said that an entity, ghost or spirit cannot possess you without your permission or awareness (I am of that opinion as well). There have been reported cases of alleged possession but those were explained to have occured over time and with much negative energy persistently present. I'm not saying something didn't happen to your Aunt but I don't feel an earthbound (which it sounds like this woman is) could temporarily take over her without her knowing. Just my opinion. Any chance she was open to allowing this woman to overtake her? You noted she has a history with drugs, was she under the influence of drugs when this happened? Negative energy can make us feel not at all like ourselves and we can sense their anger or dread and be overcome with negative emotions. Is your Aunt a sensitive as well? Perhaps she sensed what this energy was feeling and and was overwhelmed by it? There have been countless cases of reported hauntings and often there is negative associated to the hauntings. If the energy/earthbounds associated with these hauntings was able to even temporarily possess another without their permission I fear there would be numerous reported accounts of this happening. In paticular to the many teams of people who actively investigate hauntings on a regular basis. I am often sensitive to the unseen and I have in past had to leave a place pronto as the negative emotions it invoked was to overwhelming.
I'm glad your family had a house blessing done. It's possible more than one cleansing is needed. I had a few different ppl come to my last home to do blessing and smudges but the man that remained attached to the place did not cross over despite our efforts to help him do so. We know he remained but I'll save those details for a post I may do, and also I don't want to impose on yours.![[Wink]](wink.gif)
What other ghosts and hitchikers do you have at this house? Good to hear you say you feel some are protective. By the way how long have you lived there? Thanks for sharing your story with us. Cat =)
[ February 06, 2005, 11:34 PM: Message edited by: Cat ]
Sounds like you have lived in a few homes that have had activity in them. I've lived in two, the house we are in now being one. Your current home seems to have some negative energy attached to it. It's understandable you have felt frightened many times. Sorry this will be a longer post but theres much to comment on.
I hope you don't mind a few questions but I'm curious about a few things. How did you learn about the history of your current home, the family that lived there and the details of the womans death? Who owned the place after the woman committed suicide or did the house sit empty until your family purchased? When your parents were viewing the property did your Mom sense anything while walking through the house? Were the stains visible or did whoever put the place up for sale paint over them in effort to hide them? We have found things left behind by previous owners also, our last place in paticular. What did your family do with the items that were left behind?
Each time we've done remodelling here we too noted an increase in activity. Nothing bad just more active. Same thing with our last home although things often went wrong when we tried to remodel there. We had an earthbound and I don't think he appreciated our changing things.
You may have an answer on what was causing the shaking bed you spoke of in your other thread. If the woman considered you all as intruders she may be the one who was causing it?
I have read numerous books, articles etc by a collection of authors whom are gifted (psychic/mediums) and/or very knowledgable on the paranormal having done considerable research over many years. In all that I have read and researched it was often said that an entity, ghost or spirit cannot possess you without your permission or awareness (I am of that opinion as well). There have been reported cases of alleged possession but those were explained to have occured over time and with much negative energy persistently present. I'm not saying something didn't happen to your Aunt but I don't feel an earthbound (which it sounds like this woman is) could temporarily take over her without her knowing. Just my opinion. Any chance she was open to allowing this woman to overtake her? You noted she has a history with drugs, was she under the influence of drugs when this happened? Negative energy can make us feel not at all like ourselves and we can sense their anger or dread and be overcome with negative emotions. Is your Aunt a sensitive as well? Perhaps she sensed what this energy was feeling and and was overwhelmed by it? There have been countless cases of reported hauntings and often there is negative associated to the hauntings. If the energy/earthbounds associated with these hauntings was able to even temporarily possess another without their permission I fear there would be numerous reported accounts of this happening. In paticular to the many teams of people who actively investigate hauntings on a regular basis. I am often sensitive to the unseen and I have in past had to leave a place pronto as the negative emotions it invoked was to overwhelming.
I'm glad your family had a house blessing done. It's possible more than one cleansing is needed. I had a few different ppl come to my last home to do blessing and smudges but the man that remained attached to the place did not cross over despite our efforts to help him do so. We know he remained but I'll save those details for a post I may do, and also I don't want to impose on yours.
What other ghosts and hitchikers do you have at this house? Good to hear you say you feel some are protective. By the way how long have you lived there? Thanks for sharing your story with us. Cat =)
[ February 06, 2005, 11:34 PM: Message edited by: Cat ]
Hi busaiku:
I was wondering if you had taken any pics around the house? If not, try taking some and see what you get. As far as the possession is concerned, I don't know what was going on there. Sylvia Browne talks about this and she says:
I was wondering if you had taken any pics around the house? If not, try taking some and see what you get. As far as the possession is concerned, I don't know what was going on there. Sylvia Browne talks about this and she says:
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Bear in mind that this incident took place almost 17 years ago, so any pictues taken now would most likely have no bearing over this. I'd be more than happy to answer your questions though.
The house itself sat empty and had no other owners. There was a caretaker, but that was about it. Since all they were doing was watching the house, there was no reason for the spirit to show up or make its presence known. When my parents first sstarted looking at the house, my mom didn't sense anything negative. We didn't start really sensing anything until after we had purchased the house and began to make changes. As to how long before we moved in that the woman killed herself, I really don't know. As for the stains they had been here since we moved in. It just looks like blood that has been on a wall for a long time. I'll take pictures of it and post it when I get a chance.
We found out about the background of what happened here from our neighbors, after the incident.
As for the possession, I understand what you guys are saying. I also mentioned that prior to the womans spirit stepping into my aunt, my mom watched both my aunt and the spirit conversing. None of us know what was said between them, and my aunt has no recollection of the conversation. She wasn't on drugs at the time, and my parents don't keep any open liqour in the house. Plus if you've been around a person long enough, you can tell when it is "not" them. During the time i was in the halway with her, I could literally see a physical change or shift in the person i was with. I could tell right away that it wsn't my aunt I was standing next to. It may have been her body, but that is about as far as it goes. Can I 100% verify that she was "possessed", of course not. All I can tell you is what I and others around me witnessed.
The house itself sat empty and had no other owners. There was a caretaker, but that was about it. Since all they were doing was watching the house, there was no reason for the spirit to show up or make its presence known. When my parents first sstarted looking at the house, my mom didn't sense anything negative. We didn't start really sensing anything until after we had purchased the house and began to make changes. As to how long before we moved in that the woman killed herself, I really don't know. As for the stains they had been here since we moved in. It just looks like blood that has been on a wall for a long time. I'll take pictures of it and post it when I get a chance.
We found out about the background of what happened here from our neighbors, after the incident.
As for the possession, I understand what you guys are saying. I also mentioned that prior to the womans spirit stepping into my aunt, my mom watched both my aunt and the spirit conversing. None of us know what was said between them, and my aunt has no recollection of the conversation. She wasn't on drugs at the time, and my parents don't keep any open liqour in the house. Plus if you've been around a person long enough, you can tell when it is "not" them. During the time i was in the halway with her, I could literally see a physical change or shift in the person i was with. I could tell right away that it wsn't my aunt I was standing next to. It may have been her body, but that is about as far as it goes. Can I 100% verify that she was "possessed", of course not. All I can tell you is what I and others around me witnessed.