Well moving around a lot with my mom when I was a young child, I always noticed that a lot of the times I would get good or bad feelings about the homes. Such as what I found was that the homes were already inhabited & it would take them some time to get used to us, but after a month or two it was okay.
My dad had his own home & he stayed there until I was about 20. I noticed that when I was really young I would get frightened a lot, maybe I had a vivid imagination, maybe I watched too many scary movies with my mom, & maybe it's because I could feel things, & see shawdows moving at night in my bedroom to the point where I would scream & cry. That only happened a few times.
I always felt safe in bathrooms though. I find most bathrooms to be calming.
The first house I ever had, I guess a haunting, I lived with two other roommates. Sometimes I think that it was because of the state I was in, & that I brought unsettling balance to the home & the others. & the owner didn't understand it or me & I became a nuisance & than other things spiraled out of control later & "things started to unfold" They worked a lot. I was trying to go to school at the time, & worked p/t but started to get back into more of a depressive stage.
There were two very large dogs that lived there as well. I'd play with the dogs, & one day I needed to get something from the basement - I never liked going down there - it had a bad energy feel to it. & when I needed to go down there, I would take one of the dogs with me. He only went once, but I basically had to haul him down with me.
& I would try to bring treats down with me to entice him to stay whilst I got whatever I needed from storage.
After that, I don't think I ever got him to go down with me again. I even tried getting the both of them all amped up in play, & threw the ball down there, & they both just STOPPED on a dime at the top of the stairs. When I tried to push him to go into the stair hall, his hairs would bristle. So that was that.
& than there were things like, one of the roommates owned the home, & she had one of those electric fire places, where the flame would light, but it wasn't real, but would give off heat. It could really warm you up! & for some reason I had issues turning it off. She even took to showing me how to turn it off, you know as simple as a light switch - on/off. Except I had an issue, because I liked heat, it was difficult to figure out if it was cooling back down. I would have to wait for it to cool down, to know it was working. & than I could fully turn it off. Well sometimes after I KNEW I'd turned it off, it was on. & I'd get in trouble for this after some time. So than I just stopped using it, & even than it would get turned on mysteriously. Maybe I dissociated about it.
I can tell you, that what started to happen was a loud banging/thumping from the room above me. I would be in the living room. It would go on & on & on. Getting louder & louder, some times the floor would shake (my ceiling) & I would just ignore it, but I was spooked no less. This happened a few times. Some times the dogs were home, & slept in her room, a couple of times that it happened, I went around the house looking to see if the dogs were home, if anyone else was home. The dogs weren't home. They weren't outside. I even got up the guts, to check out her room. I went to the door & knocked, called to her. Nothing. I said really loudly "Okay Im COMING IN & I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE HOME, but I have to make sure. No one in the room, or bathroom, or closet. Nodda. So I went back down to the living room, a little freaked out. & after a little bit it started again. Yea.
It got to the point where, I rarely left my room. & IF I had to, I Ran out & down the stairs.
Eventually, I was asked to leave. The only places I felt safe in the home were in my bedroom, the bathroom, the edge of the living room, nearest the door, & the kitchen.
House #2: Roommates again. I felt safe in this home, there were no bad vibes. I was also home alone a lot of the times. & sometimes I would be in the computer room, well often. & I had a couple things happen with the large stereo behind me. I would put it on to listen to w/e station, & a couple of times, the station changed. Another time, I had it on low, & it blasted up.
Another time it turned on, without being plugged in. So yea, I was spooked, & asked it to stop. I said I didn't mind sharing the home with them & hopefully they could leave me be in peace. Cuz they were freaking me out, & I am someone that spooks easily.
Either they were there to play, or wanted my attention, but for what I don't know. & I never cared to find out what for.
Even now & in the future, I ask to not be shown. I don't want to see. I am not strong enough to handle it. When I was a child I got sick because I was in so much fear.