HMy name is Brian and I'm from Swords, Dublin. I've lived in my parents' house for 19 years, and during that time a lot of strange things have happened, from lights turning on and off to radio stations tuning in on their own. I'm 21 now and it seems like most of the things that happened at home happened mostly to me.
I heard many things in the house and got used to it, but one night I woke up from sleep and couldn't move or speak. I hated it when it happened, but because it happened so many times that I started to get used to it, one night in my bedroom I had just laid novel hardwood floors in my room and was sleeping on the floor on a mattress. I turned off the featherlight and was ready to go to sleep because I am a messy person, I left all the elderly chopped floors in the corner of my room, I was just about to fall asleep and I heard the loose wood moving up and down on the floor in my room as if they were being moved up and down. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man dressed in black standing over me, looking down at me. I couldn't see his face clearly and honestly, I shit myself. My mother's friend has a sixth sense and she also saw this man several times, as well as two women on separate occasions. But that's what I'm more worried about.
I moved out of home 3 weeks ago to become a man and now I rent a house with a friend, 5 minutes walk from my parents' house. The first night was deadly, we had a few drinks (you know, the usual). Then, about a day or two later, we started hearing noises in the house and traced it to the apartment next door. The friend I live with never believed me and always laughed when I told him what happened at my mom's house. Since then I have had to check every room in the house and closets on five separate occasions because I thought someone was in the house. The sounds of footsteps on the stairs and the slamming of presses and doors.
Wednesday night I was lying in bed, just drifting off to sleep, until I heard the front door open and close. When I opened my eyes I couldn't move, it felt like a ton of bricks had hit me, I shit myself at first but I managed to choke out the fear. I was stuck like this for about 5 minutes and while I was there I could hear whispering but couldn't understand what he was saying. Then I started wondering if he was following me. I know it's kind of crazy, but oh well. Things have been happening all week, but last night took the cake. Me and my girlfriend were laying on the bed talking and we heard what sounded like a man's whistle. I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't think she heard it, but she did, we both turned pale and were about to leave the house.
Now this is where I need support. I'm going to bless this house tonight and I don't know what will happen. I called the priest and he said everything should be fine. What should I do? Please support, thank you.
