Cul-de-sac

It's taken me a few days to finally getting around to talking about this house for a few reasons. The first being that it wasn't 'our' house. Dad lost the previous house due to bankruptcy and we quickly needed a new place to live. So we found a rental in a cul-de-sac, the price was manageable and it was just big enough for the family. This was also around the time I started reading up more and more about what existed beyond our understanding of the world. Yes, I believed and saw with my own eyes unexplainable events but at this point in my life I started reading up more and more about angels and demons and got in touch with my spiritually. Sure, I bought a paperback about witches and spells when I came across the New Age section at B. Dalton years earlier when I was still in high school but I was well into working at the college at this point. However, once mom found that book back then, all hell broke loose and one of my aunts took it to do, I don't know what she planned on doing with it. She later told me she had put it in a closet in her home and her girls would "see" someone/some thing in the closet because of the book. I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes at that statement back then and I'm rolling my eyes again just writing this out. 

Anyway, I started practicing shamanism and deep meditation techniques by the time we had moved in so I must have either blocked out what was going on at that house or it was leaving me alone for some reason. But that's not too say things weren't occurring there. Just that I wasn't experiencing it personally. So these are going to be second- and third-hand accounts. 

While I never sensed anything, my sister told me once we had moved out years later, that she never felt comfortable going into my bedroom for any reason. That in the back of her mind, she kept feeling/sensing that, "it's Louie's room, we can't go in there." Which I found so odd she felt that way since I hadn't been doing anything other than meditating in there. 

But it was my sister in her bedroom that she mentioned a sense of unease at times. She even stated that a few times she would wake up in the middle of the night and see a figure squatting in the corner of her room, only the moonlight coming through the window giving any sense of what she was looking at. Or that she once woke up to a woman standing over her bed looking down at her. 

While living at this house, my sister and the guy she would eventually marry started dating and a few times he'd sleep out in the living room and he said he never felt comfortable sleeping out there, that there was something or someone watching him while he slept. 

Other family members have mentioned an unsettling feeling at that house while we lived there. 

We were told at some point through my sister and brother's friends that the rental house was once known as the "party house" among their friends of friends. Which may be a reason why some of these things were happening. But considering the dark nature of what everyone else was feeling, it never bothered me, much less get my attention like what had happened at our former residences. Or what was to come at our next home.