Posted On: December 3, 2023

First , please be nice, I am German and English isn't my first language.

In the 1990‘s my dad bought a old house that had a barn attached to it.

A lot of houses in Germany especially in the smaller villages.

The first few years were totally fine .

In 2003 my dad started to remodel / rebuild the house.

That's when the trouble started.

First it was just weird little things such as banging, things falling over, water faucets being turned on, toilets flushing.

We just shrugged it offm saying it's an old house blah.

I never felt comfortable there to be honest.

I always heard something right above my room, ( in the attic ) sometimes it sounded like furniture being moved.

But there was only three old chairs and a really really heavy old oak closet.

It was huge.

Dad told us it's probably„just squirrels“.

Pretty big squirrels if you ask me.

Well time went by, I met my now husband on MySpace and we Skyped every night.

Due to the time difference, one morning my now husband said, oh, they are up early.,

I said who?.

He said someone just walked trough hallway.

My heart was about to explode.

No one was up at 3 am.

As I turned to hallway, the whole fixture of the living room curtain (which was mounted to the wall, just fell off).

I got really scared (he knew I always told him about it) he said babe just go and check if everyone is asleep and lay down.

As soon as I was upstairs I checked, everyone was sleeping.

From there, it kept getting worse and worse.

In the morning, all kitchen cabinets and drawers were open, basement door was open, (and that door was always locked because it had an old well down there).

At this point everyone got uneasy.

It even happened when we had visitors over, lights flickering, doors slammed shut.

One of my moms friends is very spiritual and her best friend is Native American and she said, she talked to her about it and she would be more than happy to come over and do a cleansing.

My Mom said, but we also called a Catholic priest.

When he called he said it wasn't the first time he was called to this address, and he won't come back.

He was honestly pretty upset that the sellers didn't mentioned why he never kept and tenants for longer than a few months.

He apologized and said there was nothing he could do.

My mom asked him them, if he at least knows what happened or what it is.

He said all he knows is that around 1900 a farmer and his wife owned the house and land.

The wife always wanted children but never was able to get pregnant.

They were both lovely people.

One day her husband left the house to go to the market.

A little while later the wife heard lots of screaming, someone was banging on her door. Her husband sadly had been run over and had died.

Ever since that day she became bitter, especially unfriendly to kids and didn't talk to anyone anymore.

Sadly she died bitter and alone in this house.

Mom was like oh that's great, thank you.

After that for a while not one thing happened.

Everything was quiet almost back to normal.

Until my sister in law announced that she's pregnant.

And it all started over but much more aggressive.

Windows opened.

Dishes flew out of the cabinets.

Stuff was thrown down the stairs.

The closer it got to the birth, the crazier it got.

It got so bad that both of my sisters slept with me in my room.

One night I heard my brother scream, we ran in in apartment and he said a shadow figure came down the stairs from attic (the stairs to attic where in his bathroom) and went right under the baby crib. The crib was knocked over.

From that night on we all slept together in living room.

Next day, my mom called her friend.

At this point we were scared shitless.

Even my dad who's still the biggest skeptic ever.

Next day this beautiful lady came over with moms friend.

She just looked at us and said it's feeding on you all's fear (we haven't slept right in months) she asked if we wanted to stay inside with her or wait outside.

I assume we were all scared for her and we all told her we'd go outside.

Before we went back in she blessed us in her beautiful native language, and gave us a some sort of a bean to hold or put in pocket to protect us.

I wish I could remember the name of that bean.

She walked in and said wow, it is strong and it doesn't like me.

We went from room to room, she had a tray with several different items on it. Sage, and something that was already burning, a feather and something else, but I don't remember.

As we approached my brothers room, she kept getting louder and louder.

I did not understand her native language but in between she would tell us, it's trying to hide and it feels cornered.

Next stop, the attic.

One by one we started to go up. All the sudden, the door swung wide open and a 2 by 4 board came full speed flying right forwards us and almost hit my brother in law right in the head.

And then a loud boom.

It felt like the house shook.

My siblings went out with my dad and brother in law.

Once we were up there we seen the big oak cabinet was pushed over, and the 2 by 4 was ripped out of the wooden structure from the roof.

The lady got hectic and said it's not here anymore, it must be downstairs.

The only room we haven't been in, was the laundry room.

She went in there alone and she was loud, everything felt so loud.

After what felt like an eternity, she came out and said, it put up a fight.

She had ashes all over her and looked so drained.

She said it kept blowing the ashes on her trying to get the sacred fire off the tray.

I'll never forget that day ever.

This kind lady didn't wanted anything fo her work.

She came back a few days later to tell us that the lady who owned the house was trying to protect us.

Especially my sister in law, since the thing was after her unborn baby.

I moved to Tennessee a few years later, my siblings went to college across Germany, so my parents sold the house after that.

Post from user Critical-Grape7815 at at reddit.

Posted On: December 3, 2023

First , please be nice, I am German and English isn't my first language.

In the 1990‘s my dad bought a old house that had a barn attached to it.

A lot of houses in Germany especially in the smaller villages.

The first few years were totally fine .

In 2003 my dad started to remodel / rebuild the house.

That's when the trouble started.

First it was just weird little things such as banging, things falling over, water faucets being turned on, toilets flushing.

We just shrugged it offm saying it's an old house blah.

I never felt comfortable there to be honest.

I always heard something right above my room, ( in the attic ) sometimes it sounded like furniture being moved.

But there was only three old chairs and a really really heavy old oak closet.

It was huge.

Dad told us it's probably„just squirrels“.

Pretty big squirrels if you ask me.

Well time went by, I met my now husband on MySpace and we Skyped every night.

Due to the time difference, one morning my now husband said, oh, they are up early.,

I said who?.

He said someone just walked trough hallway.

My heart was about to explode.

No one was up at 3 am.

As I turned to hallway, the whole fixture of the living room curtain (which was mounted to the wall, just fell off).

I got really scared (he knew I always told him about it) he said babe just go and check if everyone is asleep and lay down.

As soon as I was upstairs I checked, everyone was sleeping.

From there, it kept getting worse and worse.

In the morning, all kitchen cabinets and drawers were open, basement door was open, (and that door was always locked because it had an old well down there).

At this point everyone got uneasy.

It even happened when we had visitors over, lights flickering, doors slammed shut.

One of my moms friends is very spiritual and her best friend is Native American and she said, she talked to her about it and she would be more than happy to come over and do a cleansing.

My Mom said, but we also called a Catholic priest.

When he called he said it wasn't the first time he was called to this address, and he won't come back.

He was honestly pretty upset that the sellers didn't mentioned why he never kept and tenants for longer than a few months.

He apologized and said there was nothing he could do.

My mom asked him them, if he at least knows what happened or what it is.

He said all he knows is that around 1900 a farmer and his wife owned the house and land.

The wife always wanted children but never was able to get pregnant.

They were both lovely people.

One day her husband left the house to go to the market.

A little while later the wife heard lots of screaming, someone was banging on her door. Her husband sadly had been run over and had died.

Ever since that day she became bitter, especially unfriendly to kids and didn't talk to anyone anymore.

Sadly she died bitter and alone in this house.

Mom was like oh that's great, thank you.

After that for a while not one thing happened.

Everything was quiet almost back to normal.

Until my sister in law announced that she's pregnant.

And it all started over but much more aggressive.

Windows opened.

Dishes flew out of the cabinets.

Stuff was thrown down the stairs.

The closer it got to the birth, the crazier it got.

It got so bad that both of my sisters slept with me in my room.

One night I heard my brother scream, we ran in in apartment and he said a shadow figure came down the stairs from attic (the stairs to attic where in his bathroom) and went right under the baby crib. The crib was knocked over.

From that night on we all slept together in living room.

Next day, my mom called her friend.

At this point we were scared shitless.

Even my dad who's still the biggest skeptic ever.

Next day this beautiful lady came over with moms friend.

She just looked at us and said it's feeding on you all's fear (we haven't slept right in months) she asked if we wanted to stay inside with her or wait outside.

I assume we were all scared for her and we all told her we'd go outside.

Before we went back in she blessed us in her beautiful native language, and gave us a some sort of a bean to hold or put in pocket to protect us.

I wish I could remember the name of that bean.

She walked in and said wow, it is strong and it doesn't like me.

We went from room to room, she had a tray with several different items on it. Sage, and something that was already burning, a feather and something else, but I don't remember.

As we approached my brothers room, she kept getting louder and louder.

I did not understand her native language but in between she would tell us, it's trying to hide and it feels cornered.

Next stop, the attic.

One by one we started to go up. All the sudden, the door swung wide open and a 2 by 4 board came full speed flying right forwards us and almost hit my brother in law right in the head.

And then a loud boom.

It felt like the house shook.

My siblings went out with my dad and brother in law.

Once we were up there we seen the big oak cabinet was pushed over, and the 2 by 4 was ripped out of the wooden structure from the roof.

The lady got hectic and said it's not here anymore, it must be downstairs.

The only room we haven't been in, was the laundry room.

She went in there alone and she was loud, everything felt so loud.

After what felt like an eternity, she came out and said, it put up a fight.

She had ashes all over her and looked so drained.

She said it kept blowing the ashes on her trying to get the sacred fire off the tray.

I'll never forget that day ever.

This kind lady didn't wanted anything fo her work.

She came back a few days later to tell us that the lady who owned the house was trying to protect us.

Especially my sister in law, since the thing was after her unborn baby.

I moved to Tennessee a few years later, my siblings went to college across Germany, so my parents sold the house after that.

Post from user Critical-Grape7815 at at reddit.