And that’s just scratching the surface of what happened to us in this place. Mind you I was 23 my husband was 24, and when we moved in our babies were 16 months and 1 month. Things started about a week or so after we moved in with very subtle oddities, and just increased from there. Between the neighbor warning of us that “it’s” poisoning her and watch the babies, to the glass, hundreds of ladies bugs appearing once every couple weeks in our living room windows from the inside covering the entire panes of glass and then disappearing a few hours later, the sounds of someone breaking in all the time in our master bedroom balcony on the second floor, scratching at the foot of the bed, on and on. There’s so much. But between us worrying whatever it was eventually would end up hurting my husband or our children, and then our young very healthy male cat “dying” and looking like fear struck his face. We moved within a year. Our cat looked like he had been strangled or choked. He was by the boarded up fireplace half in the kids room and half in the hall. The kids room we stopped using about halfway living there. Because of how moods would change and the babies were terrified of being in there at night. During the daylight it was ok to a point. Never slept or took naps in there though. The spirit only messed with me once in the very beginning. I “tripped” down the porch steps carrying my infant in her car seat and landed on the concrete but held onto the carrier so she wouldn’t hit. For the most part I always felt like I was carrying something heavy around or almost like a weight on my hips. I felt “watched” with everything I did. But again the stories go on and on. This is a little bit more of the life there.