Okay, long time Reddit reader first time post. So my ex, we were together 2+ years he was into dark arts not practicing but learning about it as am I. After a few months of dating he told me there is something that follows him from place to place. Now he likes attention so I humored him but mainly brushed it off because I hadn't seen anything. I myself am somewhat "sensitive" to things, I had felt a presence though I didn't know if it was his negative aura or what. So anyway, he lived with a friend and rented out a room pretty much with two other guys. One moves out and the other decides he wants the house to himself. Thankfully another friend just moved out of his buddy's place so my ex goes to rent with those friends. He moves in within a day and gets his room set up while I'm at work. So I come over just expecting to hang out watch some TV as usual. Well, I'd been to the house before, not weird at all but it felt a little different that day. Again, brushed it off. So my first encounter with this thing was when he went to the kitchen to get some food, I heard him and his friends chatting so I decided to start looking through Netflix to find something to watch. Now to set the scene: the air was already on, been running. No one opened a door window ect... literally about 5 feet from me is the closet. I'm on a king size bed and the room is mostly filled by it. All of the sudden the closet door starts to open BY ITSELF. And it's one of those white wood double bindfold closet doors so it's not easily moved. Now when I say open I mean it looked like someone was opening it normal speed maybe a little slower, but it opened one side almost completely. I froze and just watched till it stopped moving, I then jumped up and ran into the kitchen to and asked if someone had opened a door or if the closet does that and they all just kind of look at me blankly. Then one of them (the owner of the place) looks at my ex and says "I hope you didn't bring that thing here" and then others chime in talking about how his previous roommates made claims of weird shit happening. So I started to take him a little more serious after that. But what was to come I still was not prepared for. Okay so a few weeks later his other friend moved in with his girlfriend so he decided to rent and have the place to himself the place was disgusting. Creepy enough the dude was left by his mom when he was 15 and he never touched or cleaned anything for like 7 years. So you can't imagine how crazy this place was. There was this room with junk piled on top of junk. Like they just threw shit in there throughout the years. Well I helped him clean up most everything but that room. Idk if the emotional stamp of so much pain and heart ache made this thing stronger or what but when he moved his stuff in the back room I became really uneasy. I DID NOT LIKE STAYING THERE AT ALL. I stayed there a few times and would wake up to weird noises like stuff was being moved. At this point I didn't know if it was the house so I kept it to myself. I feel like if you talk about things it gives them power. Well, one night I woke up to footsteps down the hall. I look over and my ex is in bed and this house is empty besides us so I scootched real close to him and kept my eyes shut hoping it wouldn't open the door. They stopped outside of the door and I lay there for a while till I fell back asleep. So freaking weird. Next morning left and got a call that the other dude's MIA mom just randomly decided to come back in town and claim the house. Guess she was waiting for her son to leave. Fucked up lady. But alas he had to move out and find a place quick. When he couldn't find a place he moved into my room for a few months. Now I cleanse my space and have a lot of witchy protection stuff in my room from my aunt and grandmother. So idk if this warded the thing off but I'm assuming my white candle burning and chants kept this thing at bay. Well, I have two other roommates and shit didn't work so when my aunts boyfriend moved out of his place and in with her my ex started renting from him. So to paint the picture this is an old ass studio apartment. It used to be an old laundry mat so it had these huge windows and it was fixed up to be an apartment so it was just weird. It was all open but the bathroom and there was a huge attic but no floor in the attic just boards placed across the foundation and insulation. So not like you could have anything up there. This is the place shit started to get really weird. Around the first week of him staying there we were laying in bed watching TV after dinner and something fell and crashed in the bathroom. Now this is a cinder block place. All the walls are just painted cinder block. So the nails that were there stayed. He gets up like it's nothing to go check it out. He came back and said it was the painting on the wall in the bathroom and he has no idea how it was physically possible for it to fall for one and two it was on the opposite side of the bathroom from where it was hanging. So my immediate thought was "shit the thing is here" but of course we didn't talk about it. And from there it got worse.
I would come over pretty much every night, at the cinder block place there would be again strange noises and footsteps on the ceiling, it got so bad that we thought someone was living up there so he installed cameras to see if someone was breaking in. Which of course, no, there was never anyone. Well one thing that really freaked me out was when we per usual were watching TV and I heard this bag moving. You know those big bags you can get that have the different flavors of chips? Well, one of those. So I heard it moving and tried to ignore it, it started getting louder so I finally look over and its just opening by itself. My eyes get fucking huge and I can't speak like no this wasn't wind or air or anything but a fucking presence that wants to be known. I kinda start freaking out and finally am able to say to my ex "do you see this?!" And he turns to me and says in the most angry chilling voice "JUST FUCKING IGNORE IT! DO NOT LOOK AT IT!" At this point I'm freaked out. He knows this thing is there and moving shit and is getting mad at me for noticing it. I wonder what shit happens to him when he is alone. So needless to say I shut up and looked back at the TV all the while this bag is moving but when I looked away it started to get louder and more frantic. I was scared like really really scared but I couldn't help but acclimate to my ex's demeanor. It finally stopped and I could breathe again. That night we went to bed and never spoke of it again. Now he had a job where he had to wake up at like 4 in the morning so he left me alone a lot during the week at his place for atleast 4-5 hours. As soon as I woke up I usually left though because I didn't want to be there. Didn't know if it was with me but I can say fersure something was watching me. I felt it all the time. The creepiest time though was one night a few weeks before we finally broke up.
Submitted February 26, 2019 at 10:45PM by boopursnoop https://ift.tt/2H4N2OP
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