When I was about 8 or so we moved into this old Victorian three family home. my mum just had an uneasy feeling about it, just a bad feeling.
the first few days was ok after a week we had these strange feelings of being watched and cold sections in the house. a week later my mother claimed to see the bed shake right in front of her soon after most of the pictures in the living room would be on the floor and some small furniture would be moved. then it became constant, soon the trash in the kitchen would be dumped all over the floor, kinda looked like a dog got ahold of it.
every morning would be something new, cabenet doors opened, lights still on, it just seemed to get worst and worst as the days and weeks came along. we moved out about 6 weeks after we moved in and nothing really happened like that again. this is what got me involved in the paranormal.
I really have no rational explanation for what happened and still try to find a reason. it all seems like the spirit or ghost in the home just didn't want us their, looking back maybe it was trying to say 'the longer you stay, the worst it'll get'. anyways this was my encounter
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