So let me start this out by giving some background info. At the time I was 20, pregnant and had just moved back to my hometown after leaving my abusive ex.
I had started dating my childhood friend, K. After a few months of being together, we moved into an apartment. This apartment was a 2 bedroom, 1 bath. Its a cozy little apartment.
Well it was all going good until about a month after we moved in. He was always working so I would be left home alone, which I was not happy with, but what could you do, right? It started off as little things- knocking sounds, hearing voices, things being misplaced and lost. After my daughter was born, it gradually turned into bigger things- doors slamming, our tv’s and consoles turning on and off.
About 4 or 5 months living there it started to get bad, like really bad. I was home alone with the baby, just getting her down for a nap, I turned on a show and laid down and got comfy to possibly take a nap while she was asleep. I start to doze off when I hear a crash in our kitchen. I jump up thinking someone broke in, I grab our gun and go into the kitchen. I walk into the room to see a jug of juice (that was on the counter) in the middle of the floor kinda spinning and tilting and moving all crazy.
I called K freaking out, and he told me it was nothing, that it probably had just slid off or fell off, but that just doesn’t make sense because it could fall off by itself. He blew it off so I didn’t care about it, I just threw it out of my head, until 4 days ago.
Still living in the same apartment, I was again trying to get my baby to take a nap. She was in her crib, our 2 puppies outside in the yard, and I was in the bedroom playing the game Ark on the ps4. I’m just chilling, killing dinosaurs, and I hear a crash and shatter come from the kitchen.
After everything that’s happened, I didnt even jump, I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not I wanted to know what got thrown. I finally get up and go into the kitchen.
There was glass everywhere, literally the floor was completely covered in about a half inch layer of glass. I sighed, took pictures and started cleaning it up. As I was cleaning it up, I saw a single piece of glass in from of our daughters bedroom door, so I go to grab it since it was big enough I could just throw it away without the broom. I get down the hall, only to realize that their is a single piece of glass in front of our bedroom door and also a piece in front of our bathroom door.
I had forgotten to mention when the glass broke, my daughter started laughing, like deep uncontrollable laughing. It was creepy but I blew it off.
I honestly don’t know what to do with all the paranormal stuff, I’m thinking about calling the church to get my house and daughter blessed….