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I'm going to keep this as short as I can, I apologize if it ends up being a lot to read.
This is the first time this has been openly discussed outside of my family, a group
of witnesses over the years, and close friends who I'm comfortable with.
I'm in the process of aquiring a very unique property located in Eastern Washington. The house
itself was built in 1910 on a massive plot of land that was occupied by native americans for hundreds
of generations. Around 1850, a settler built a cabin and the first ferry crossing the massive river on
the property.There has been a significant amount of deaths on the property from the time indians occupied all the way til this very day, bodies are pulled out of the river every year from accidental drowning. Native Americans have passed on the property, the settlers had many deaths involving illnesses and
accidental deaths from operating the large ferry. There's a massive cliff face on the back of the property
where a young native american woman jumped to her death because she did not want to be forced into
marriage. Family members have passed in the actual house due to natural causes.
I'm not sure if a normal person would dig to find this information. Or think that it could actually affect
their lives. But I have a negative past with the paranormal. Completely unrelated to the property above,
I was born in Southern California. Before I was born, a VERY negative energy had been lingering in
my grandmother's house for some years. When I was very young, I remember laying with her in her bed
and the showers in the house would come on by themselves, shelves on the walls would shake, doors
would slam. We would leave the house and come back and every picture in the house was backwards
inside the picture frames. My aunt has been held down in her bed by something, unable to breathe or
move. They ended up selling the house, giving us some furniture, and we all relocated to Utah. My parents
purcahsed a farm house built in 1922 and strange things continued. I constantly had dreams of
being chased through the house by an invisible energy (continued for years after we moved out of the house). Eventually, we moved back to California and had a new house built. This new house was the most active place I've ever lived and terrified friends and family. Doors violently slamming, pots and pans thrashing around in their drawers, tiny tiny hand prints embedded in the microfiber couch. We came home one night and saw hoof prints in the carpet. We followed them for 10 feet, from the couch to my great grandmother's end table against the wall. It was as if whatever left prints had walked right into the wall. Glasses moving across the coffee table, lights turning on. All of this happening in front of friends and family. I have friends who refused to return to the house or stay the night.
I woke up one morning to get ready for school and both my parents were sitting at the table and looked very tired and distressed. I could tell my mom had been crying. She told me my dad was talking in his sleep. He would mumble in his voice, pause, and talk again in a completely different voice. My mom was terrified and woke him up. He said he was having a dream he was sitting on the couch and there was an 8 ft tall dark figure in the formal living room staring at him. He asked the figure who it was, and it replied I am a demon. He had a short conversation with it before my mom woke him up. My dad said he felt physically ill when my mom told him what she had heard. I was on the phone with a girlfriend at the time, about 1am, making a sandwich in the kitchen. Mid conversation, I looked up into the formal living room and there was a dark figure, about 8-9 feet tall, staring at me. It was peeking around a pillar watching me, I could see the right side if it's body. I left the house and headed to my girlfriends. Moved out shortly after.
I've been on hunts before, with friends. Nothing extreme. Just video cameras and exploring. Occasional
use of a spirit board. I can say with complete honesty that every time I have attempted to contact something, it's been successful. But mostly negative. I stopped completely about 5 years ago. My parents' house was sold, some furniture was auctioned off, including my great grandmother's end table. I'm not sure if it's related at all, but ever since that end table has left the family, everything has been fine. I haven't had an experience since.
.... Now you can see why I'm a little nervous to aquire this property in eastern Washington. It's an opportunity I don't want to pass up, living on a historic landmark. From the time the land has been occupied, it has been a "gathering place", whether it be the native american's who originally lived there, the settlers who took the land, the soldiers that used the ferry as a supply line during war, family gatherings... all the residual energy that could be surrounding the property from the bodies pulled out of the river, the multple documented rapes and murders in the park of the property throughout the years...
I'm not sure why I posted this, I suppose I just wanted to share my story.
This is the first time this has been openly discussed outside of my family, a group
of witnesses over the years, and close friends who I'm comfortable with.
I'm in the process of aquiring a very unique property located in Eastern Washington. The house
itself was built in 1910 on a massive plot of land that was occupied by native americans for hundreds
of generations. Around 1850, a settler built a cabin and the first ferry crossing the massive river on
the property.There has been a significant amount of deaths on the property from the time indians occupied all the way til this very day, bodies are pulled out of the river every year from accidental drowning. Native Americans have passed on the property, the settlers had many deaths involving illnesses and
accidental deaths from operating the large ferry. There's a massive cliff face on the back of the property
where a young native american woman jumped to her death because she did not want to be forced into
marriage. Family members have passed in the actual house due to natural causes.
I'm not sure if a normal person would dig to find this information. Or think that it could actually affect
their lives. But I have a negative past with the paranormal. Completely unrelated to the property above,
I was born in Southern California. Before I was born, a VERY negative energy had been lingering in
my grandmother's house for some years. When I was very young, I remember laying with her in her bed
and the showers in the house would come on by themselves, shelves on the walls would shake, doors
would slam. We would leave the house and come back and every picture in the house was backwards
inside the picture frames. My aunt has been held down in her bed by something, unable to breathe or
move. They ended up selling the house, giving us some furniture, and we all relocated to Utah. My parents
purcahsed a farm house built in 1922 and strange things continued. I constantly had dreams of
being chased through the house by an invisible energy (continued for years after we moved out of the house). Eventually, we moved back to California and had a new house built. This new house was the most active place I've ever lived and terrified friends and family. Doors violently slamming, pots and pans thrashing around in their drawers, tiny tiny hand prints embedded in the microfiber couch. We came home one night and saw hoof prints in the carpet. We followed them for 10 feet, from the couch to my great grandmother's end table against the wall. It was as if whatever left prints had walked right into the wall. Glasses moving across the coffee table, lights turning on. All of this happening in front of friends and family. I have friends who refused to return to the house or stay the night.
I woke up one morning to get ready for school and both my parents were sitting at the table and looked very tired and distressed. I could tell my mom had been crying. She told me my dad was talking in his sleep. He would mumble in his voice, pause, and talk again in a completely different voice. My mom was terrified and woke him up. He said he was having a dream he was sitting on the couch and there was an 8 ft tall dark figure in the formal living room staring at him. He asked the figure who it was, and it replied I am a demon. He had a short conversation with it before my mom woke him up. My dad said he felt physically ill when my mom told him what she had heard. I was on the phone with a girlfriend at the time, about 1am, making a sandwich in the kitchen. Mid conversation, I looked up into the formal living room and there was a dark figure, about 8-9 feet tall, staring at me. It was peeking around a pillar watching me, I could see the right side if it's body. I left the house and headed to my girlfriends. Moved out shortly after.
I've been on hunts before, with friends. Nothing extreme. Just video cameras and exploring. Occasional
use of a spirit board. I can say with complete honesty that every time I have attempted to contact something, it's been successful. But mostly negative. I stopped completely about 5 years ago. My parents' house was sold, some furniture was auctioned off, including my great grandmother's end table. I'm not sure if it's related at all, but ever since that end table has left the family, everything has been fine. I haven't had an experience since.
.... Now you can see why I'm a little nervous to aquire this property in eastern Washington. It's an opportunity I don't want to pass up, living on a historic landmark. From the time the land has been occupied, it has been a "gathering place", whether it be the native american's who originally lived there, the settlers who took the land, the soldiers that used the ferry as a supply line during war, family gatherings... all the residual energy that could be surrounding the property from the bodies pulled out of the river, the multple documented rapes and murders in the park of the property throughout the years...
I'm not sure why I posted this, I suppose I just wanted to share my story.
