"I'm a divorced mother of two young girls, and a nurse. I have a pretty strong no-bs attitude, and I tend to think on the more scientific, logical side. I came across your website (love it by the way), and thought I'd share my encounter. Still to this day, It seems quite surreal... almost like it's the kind of dream that you can only recall bits and pieces of. Anyway, I'm originally from Boston but I found myself in a little town about 30 miles south. I rented this place. It was built in the early 1800's, and it felt so warm and inviting at first. I was really happy to be starting over. About a week after I moved in, I started hearing things. It always sounded like there was something crashing down in my closet. When that wasn't happening, I was sprinting to the girls room because it sounded like the book shelf fell over, or something broke in the kitchen. It was like I was chasing nothing. I began to hear taps on the wall behind me. I would tap back, and more times than not something would echo what I tapped on the wall! My bedroom door would open on its own. I often found the toilet plunger in the kitchen (yeah, you read that right). Things would make impossible leaps off shelves. I was constantly freezing cold. It was so bad that I diagnosed myself with adrenal disease and went to an endocrinologist demanding answers. There was nothing wrong with me.. but I could never get warm when I was in the house. It's almost painful to write about, because there was also a definitive decline in my mental state. I became very anxious and depressed (that is very unlike me, I am a goof). I was drinking like a fish when my daughters would go to their fathers for the weekend (also very unlike me.. I often go 5 or more years without so much as a glass of wine). I became unable to be in my home by myself, as the activity would become very intense when my children were gone. I felt like something that I couldn't even see was taking my independence away from me; something I hold dearly. I started to have friends stay with me on weekends. One evening, I was on the porch at the bottom of the stairs and the deadbolt started moving back and forth maniacally. My friend and I ran upstairs and slammed the door on our way to my bedroom (stupidly; it was the most active place in my home). I closed the door tight and then watched it open as if something was pushing their way through angrily. Things got worse after that. I stopped sleeping normally. I would sit in bed and listen and look and watch. It was like I had to catch something on camera or on the recorder so that I could just prove it to myself and everyone else that I wasn't losing my mind. I was so sleep deprived and jumpy. I felt like I was being watched when I took a shower even. I began to take photos and use my recorder every time I got that "feeling". Sure enough, I captured photos of a small boy, and several photos of an older man with a beard. I caught EVPs of something saying "mommy", and of an older man speaking or coughing. Even still, I was questioning my sanity. More blatant things began to happen. A very large painting fell off the wall with no obvious cause and the frame and glass shattered. There was a thump in the basement that shook the entire house and things got destroyed that were on shelves and hung on the walls. I actually called the police that night convinced someone was trying to get in...they found nothing and I spent the rest of the night on my neighbor's couch. My children would come into my room in the middle of the night asking me what I was dragging or why I woke them. I was at my wit's end. I contacted a friend who knew a paranormal group (don't even get me going about that craziness) just to see if they would come up with the same things I was seeing/hearing. I didn't give them leads or any information other than "have fun, this house is f#@ked". I just wanted to know that my sanity was still intact. Turns out, I was tired, but not crazy. They investigated for 2 nights and actually brought in another team and a pretty popular psychic for another 3 day investigation. I enjoyed the time away and when I returned, it was confirmed that I didn't have a screw loose. I listened to an EVP (one of many) that actually said my name. When the investigators were talking to me during our last meeting I was feeling great. Then all of a sudden that "feeling" came over me and I just told them "it's back" (very Carol Anne like, I know)...and sure as hell there was that house jarring bang again. So, there's so much more that happened, but this is already turning into a novel. I ended up having a Buddhist Monk come in and cleanse my home. I am not religious, so the customary offering of the ghost buster group (sorry..they were drama queens) did not work for me. I am very spiritual and that belief system complements mine. Well, it quieted the grouchy pervert entity for a while... although, it never really went away. I ended up renting a portable storage unit, tossing all my belongings in it and moving. That time I spent there was one of the worst times in my whole adult life." - Name and Location Withheld by Request