Submitted to us by Marti
Years ago, in 1996, when I just had my second baby we moved to a house beside his mother in Dublin. The minute I walked in the house I knew there was something there.
My elder son who was one started staying awake at night and as he was only starting to talk all he could say was man. He wasn’t looking at me, but behind me.
We used to hear noises coming from downstairs but the one thing that freaked me out – I was asleep one night and the hall door downstairs opened and I heard bags being carried. At first I thought it was my boyfriend home and I fell back asleep but woke up later and thought he fell asleep.
This was about 3 in the morning when I heard the door and he swears he didn’t come home until I saw him walking in the door.
The background is a man died in the hospital but doesn’t like anybody in his house. It seemed to all take place in the back bedroom and nobody likes staying in that room. It’s always cold, even in the summer.
We got the house blessed but it seemed to make it worse. We left soon after that, we couldn’t stand the atmosphere in that house of being pushed out. It doesn’t seem much but it freaked me out.