Ok so about 3 years ago my mom and I were living in a 1 bedroom apartment. We didn’t really have any money and it was the only place we could afford. It was a super old Victorian home in Tacoma WA that had been sectioned off into 4 different little apartments. Since I was a kid I’ve always been super sensitive to energy. Wether it’s people or a place, if there’s some type of negativity I can sense it. When we first moved in there I felt weird. I wouldn’t say that I felt anything evil there, but the place felt.. off.

A couple months in I went to spend the night at my boyfriends place which wasn’t something I did often. About 9:30 I got a call from my mom (mind you at the time she was 63). I picked up and could immediately tell she was upset. She asked me if I was at my boyfriends and if I was ok. I told her yes I’m perfectly fine and she then explained to me that she’d gone to lay down to go to sleep when she heard my voice yell her name. At first I doubted if she just had a bad dream, but she was sure that she hadn’t even been laying down more than a minute, still wide awake and then it was like I was right in the doorway yelling mama.

We both tried to forget about it, but my mom was convinced something was there in our apartment that was trying to scare her. A week later she’d gotten some palo santos to try cleansing the apartment. She again did this while I was out but she called me scared begging me to come home.

When I got back she explained she’d done the usual starting from the front door, going throughout the living room, to the bed and bath, then the kitchen working her way front to back. She said as she came to walk back into the living room where we had this little table and chairs, her chair was pulled out from the table tilted back balancing on its back legs.

I tried reassuring her we would start looking for a new place, but it wasn’t going to happen fast because of our money problems.

About a month after that I was on the couch while she was cutting vegetable for dinner and I heard her scream. I ran into the kitchen and she said she had placed the knife down on the cutting board, turned around to the sink to grab another vegetable and when she turned back the knife was gone. She said she turned back to the sink and was checking the counters but it wasn’t there. So she opened up the drawer to get another knife and when she turned back to the cutting board it was there again.

We left the next day to stay with a friend for a while, but this was the most scared I’d ever seen my mom and I know it wasn’t because she was losing it or just getting old, she’s still very lucid. I still believe if we’d stayed there something bad would have happened to her