I came down on orders to be stationed in Hawaii in 1999. At that time I only had one child (she was 3 years old then), my second child would come in 2000, and the twins in 2002. My eldest was born with a veil over her face and could see into the spirit world. There were times I would hear her playing in the room alone carrying on a conversation with "someone". I was also aware that she saw something at the age of two in my mom's house, but I wouldn't find out until years later what that was. Until now, this was the extent of her gift. I had no idea what was in store for us.
I went to Hawaii alone and left my daughter with my mother on the mainland so that I could get set up. My mother worked for the airlines, so it was free for her to fly cross country and bring my daughter to me. Anyone familiar with the military knows that they don't offer stellar on post housing. A lot of it is kind of run down and well used. They had just built some new houses, but they were all filled. The lady at the housing office gave me a sheet of paper with two choices. I was required to go out and look at them and return to the office and let her know whether or not I would accept either one or none. If I turned them both down, I would have to go out on the economy and find a place off post. Not only is the Hawaii housing market expensive, but there is no such thing as leasing offices there. All apartments are individually owned, and you have to search for them as you would a house. I already knew that I was going to have to accept whatever they gave me.
I arrived at the first house and couldn't get out fast enough when I was met at the door by roaches. I could only pray that they were no eight legged tenants residing at the next place. I entered the second place, which was a town home, and it was clean and vermin free! It had new appliances, which I liked. When it came time to go upstairs, I paused at the bottom and had the strangest feeling that I shouldn't go up. I also felt heaviness inside. I had no prior psychic experiences personally (besides hearing my name called and being touched on the shoulder as a child), so I ignored the feeling. I went up the stairs and looked around. It was nice upstairs too, but I felt very uncomfortable and as if I was being watched. I dismissed everything and went back to the housing office to accept the place.
Fast forward to my daughter and I first night in the house. When it was time to go to bed, I just dreaded going upstairs, but I did not know why. That night, my daughter slept with me in my bed. My bed was directly across from the bedroom door. I had turned out the light in my bedroom and left the light on in the hallway. In the middle of the night I bolted upright in the bed gasping for air. I barely had a chance to figure out why before my eyes fixated on the bottom of my bedroom door. The door didn't reach all the way to the floor, so I could see the light from the hallway shining under it. I was immediately alarmed to see a big shadow blocking some of the light. The shadow moved back and forth outside of my bedroom door like it was pacing. But the scariest thing was that the shadow was GLIDING back and forth. I could hear no footsteps. I was petrified and stayed in the bed until morning. Believe it or not, but that was the only thing that I saw in that house. I would feel like I was being watched all the time, but only upstairs. Unfortunately, my daughter would become the focus of whatever shared our home.
My husband (now my ex) joined my daughter and me in Hawaii about a month later. He and I were downstairs one night watching TV and our daughter was up in the room playing. All of a sudden she comes barreling down the stairs screaming at the top of her lungs. We were startled and asked her what was going on. She said the "grey lady" was in her room. My daughter said that the lady had no face. She was playing and looked up to see the lady walking through her room into the one next door. The only problem is that she went through the wall to get there. Of course we brushed it off. The grey lady was a constant with my daughter. She soon told me that the lady's angry husband had held her underwater in the bathroom and killed her. This from a 3 year old! I asked her how did she know, and she said the grey lady showed her.
Next came the "orange boy". From what she described, he was a young teenaged boy somewhere between 12 and 14 years of age. My daughter said one half of his face was normal and the other half was "mushy, and wet with red". She told me that this boy's family had been shot by someone. She did not know who, but this person had gone through the house hunting down every one of them, and shooting each person as they were found. There was also a "green hand" that came out from under her bed from time to time. She never saw the rest of the body, just the hand. What seemed strange to me was that she says all these people in one color. I could never understand that.
Living in that house was becoming unbearable. I always felt like someone was standing directly behind me watching my every move. We had a cat that refused to spend anytime upstairs. And if she was brave enough to follow one of us up there, she would always end up tearing off down the stairs. My neighbor stopped me one day as I was coming in the house. Since we lived in a town home, or houses were connected to one another. We each had a mirror image of each other homes. Our houses connected at the stairs through the wall. She seemed a little upset and I asked her what was going on. She wanted to know who was at my house during the day, to which I replied, "No one." Well, according to her, she could hear through the wall someone stomping up and down the stairs during the day. It annoyed her a great deal. I assured her that no one was home and I had no explanation as to why that was happening.
My husband started getting attacked in the middle of the night. He said he felt as if someone was sitting on his chest and he couldn't move or breathe. He also described feeling a sense of pure evil. To make matters worse, our marriage was not a match made in heaven. My husband had always had an anger issue, but it seemed to be 10 times worse now. He became insanely jealous and possessive. He would keep me up all night long yelling and screaming at me. I think he was terrified to go to sleep. I know they say that paranormal activity can increase when there is strife in the home. I felt as if I was losing my mind living there. Things came to a head when my husband attacked me one night. I thought he was going to kill me. The movie Amityville Horror comes to mind when I think of those times. My husband completely lost his mind. The military police were called and my husband was thrown in jail.
After that, my first sergeant and my platoon leader came by to help me remove his things from my house. I thought things would get better, but I was wrong. I started having nightmares every night of my husband killing me. I felt as if I was now being watched from the outside of the house as well. I was terrified of having to go to any room in my home. I began coming home for lunch instead of hanging out with my fellow soldiers. I was trying to save money now that I was pregnant with my second child. I used to feel somewhat comfortable there during the day, but now that seemed tainted as well. I found out why a short time later.
My best friend and I worked together. When I arrived at work one morning she said she had something extremely important to tell me. She's had a psychic gift since childhood and I respected the things she told me. The night before she'd had a dream that I woke up to find my husband standing over me with a knife. He began to stab me to death and then went into our daughter's room to kill her as well. I felt absolutely sick to my stomach because she confirmed everything I had been seeing in my dreams. I went home at lunch as usual and was met by my neighbor again out in the yard. She told me that she was grateful to have my husband living next door. It made her feel safe since her husband was away on deployment. I felt a little twinge in my stomach and I told her that my husband had been removed from the home about two months ago. Looking confused, she said she saw him everyday. (Thank God for nosey neighbors!) According to her, he came in right after I left for work and left right before I got home. That meant that he was hiding somewhere in my house while I was there at lunch! It was all I could do not to throw up. I immediately went to my chain of command. The housing office had previously denied me having my locks changed. My first sergeant said damn them, and one of the officers in charge husband came out and changed my locks. Then, after finding a new place to stay, off post, all the soldiers from my platoon came and helped me pack up and move. In one day! I know it was God's grace and blessings that preserved me and my children's lives during that year of hell.
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