A few years ago I drove up north and fell in love with an older home. I knew when I walked into the home that something felt off, but I was not going to let that stop me from moving my family. I blew it off as just my imagination.
Almost as soon we moved into this home, I started to get sick. And, I do mean SICK. I was so sick that I would have attacks in my chest and throat, and could not get out of bed. I was hauled to the emergency room a few times. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. I laid in bed for a month, unable to even move or I would have an attack.
The pain of my ‘attacks’ would make me vomit! I felt extreme pressure in my chest and my throat, and knew I was having a heart attack. I heard “people” walking up and down my stairs when no one was home. My youngest son would not use the bathroom. He was terrified. His bedroom had light fixtures on the wall that had crosses on them – freaky! But, I thought it was because the house was across the street from a church. Logical, right?
One day I could not take it anymore, and I told my husband that he either had to call 911 or bring me to the emergency room. I ended up in the ER in tears and in severe pain! I found out that day that I had Type 2 Diabetes, GERD, acid reflux, high cholesterol, and the list went on and on. My resting heart rate was so high I should have died!
I left the emergency room in shock. I had papers in my hand for this test and that test. I went to all the tests, and every single time they would come back positive. Before I knew it, I was on over 20 prescription medications, and I was literally fighting for my life.
When I say fighting for my life, I mean it. I had a team of doctors and hospitals come together to ‘make a plan’ to keep me alive long enough to see my 40th birthday. In fact, I was even diagnosed with Barrett’s Esophagus!
My life was over as I knew it! Was this haunted house to blame?
My brother and sister-in-law came to visit me one day because they were worried about me. While they were there, I had an ‘attack.’ My brother told me that my house is haunted by ‘something evil’ and I had to move. I blew him off! I thought he lost his mind! He explained that he saw a black shadow hover over me while I was having my attack. It freaked him out.
Eventually, I ended up moving and my health slowly got better. Today, I am able to get out of bed. My ‘attacks’ are almost non-existent. However, I still do suffer with diseases and that will not change. So, this made me question – was I living in a haunted house? And, if so, was that the reason I became so ill and my son was terrified to use the bathroom?
