I spent 38 days of pure mental hell in a haunted house…Jules V Ness
I spent 38 days in pure mental hell!
When
I was twenty one years old, my new husband's family offered to sell us a
house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly
cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not
want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved
in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange
things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was
something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost
every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps
were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband would jump up
out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn't
broken in. It would always end the same, no one was there. The ghost
appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps
eventually come down the hall; they were getting a little closer to our
bedroom door with each visit. Finally, the night came that we had both
been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of
overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and
enter our room.
I felt slightly
aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back
turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick's
chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone
right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one
thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted
to fall back to sleep as soon as possible.
My hand searched under the covers for Nick's hand. I very softly and
quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I did not want to disturb
him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on
top of mine.
My back felt ice
cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back.
That\'s when I felt it. Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I
did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still
asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something
horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move.
That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again,
but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so
close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my
scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was
sure it must almost be standing on end.
I
rubbed Nick's palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually
trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind
me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then
took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep.
I
felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually
could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a
bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that
something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow
on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me,
except it was a lot colder, ice cold.
I
tried rubbing Nick's hand again only I did it more aggressively this
time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my
side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or
something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand
when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick's
arm went flying off of me and back towards him. It was as if someone had
picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I
felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear.
"Get out of my room," the words struck me like a knife in my stomach.
It
was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again
there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only
lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of pure mental hell.
That
was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit hauntings. It
forever changed how I view things. I wrote a book about the whole
experience, The Lennox Haunting... It is on Amazon, if you are
interested in reading the first chapter. It is a true story! Jules
