We have moved back to South Carolina, back into the old house where the remote falling in the kitchen incident happened. I was nervous about coming back to this house because of all the things that happened last time. Especially because of how sensitive the kids are. I told my fiance about the house and how we will need to have it blessed, either ourselves or by a Pastor. The first few nights we noticed a lot of loud bangs about the same time of night. It sounded as if a large box had fallen over or a heavy book had fallen off a shelf, but every time we investigated there was nothing. Nothing was on the floor, nothing was out of place. I am not thrilled to live with loud residual bangs in the night, but if that is the worst that happens then I am okay with it. It was either the third or fourth night we were here and Beau woke us up crying at about 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. He said that he woke up because someone was tickling his neck under his chin. It really shook him up. I had him sit in my lap and I prayed over him. I prayed for his protection and I spoke with firm conviction in the authority that I have over myself and my children and my home. I demanded in the name of Jesus that whatever is in this house may not touch me or my children. It may not let it's presence be made known and it may NOT influence anyone in this house or it would be forced to leave. Since that night there have been no bangs, no one has been touched and even the feeling of being watched in the house is barely noticeable. I think it is probably gone, but it is not something I will forget so it crosses my mind from time to time, but that could always be any spirits, not necessarily the house.
The very next night, our landlord's brother came by to see how things were going. He told us about the history of the house and the property. The old house was burned down by Sherman when he rode through the South. The second house was rebuilt in it's place and made to be "fire proof" apparently that did not work because it also burned down. The ruins of the old house are in the side yard! It is barely noticeable through the trees. The house that we are in now is over 100 years old and one of the old farm buildings is still in the backyard which is over 150 years old. We told him that we planned on using the upstairs of the house to be our bedroom once work on it is finished. He then told us that there are a lot of spirits that reside in this house. I thought that was interesting to tell someone after less than a week of them living there, but even more so important is that someone else has experienced things in this house (our landlord and his brother grew up in this house). Although I am doing much better about trusting myself and the things I experience now, it always makes you feel s much better when someone else backs you up with their separate experiences. It helps to close that gap that makes you feel isolated and alone to know there are so many others out there just like you.
The ruins at the edge of the woods
Closer up, can you see them yet?
Looking inside through the side window of the ruins
Update: I walked through the woods to take pictures of the ruins for you to see (just now!) and as I approached a side window to get better pictures of the inside of the house, I felt a strong sense of being watched. I looked to the left and there was an older man standing there just watching me. He was about 6'1. He was wearing a blue jean shirt with blue jean pants and brown boots. He looked to have been in his 60's. The strangest part was I could feel his emotion and he knew that he was no longer among the living. I'm not sure who he was, but more investigation is in order. As I approached the window to get some shots of within the house, I was filled with a feeling of anxiety. The same feeling you would feel if you walked over to one of your neighbor's houses while they were home and started looking into their house through the windows. I felt like an intruder. I felt that the man was telling me that I made it clear they are not welcome here, why do I think I can go over to the ruins. That was THEIR house. I got the message and snapped my pictures and left.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and as always, Keep Asking.
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