Before we got there, we were stuck at a train station.
It took a few hours for the train to drive again so we just spent some time in the city. Having an early lunch, wondered around for a while, and sat at a few places just to be bored and wait for the trains to start moving again.
After almost two hours there was a green signal. Trains moved again so we could resume our journey.
It took us again almost two hours to get up north in the country. There we took a bus to arrive late midday at the place we would stay for two nights.
It was lovely! It was an old farmhouse. Front was ours, the back for the owners who were not there at that time. They were themselves also on a short vacation, but we had good contact with them by app. Everything went well. We found the key where they said it would be.
It was so cool. The kitchen in old style, the tile and wooden floors, the bathroom, it was all in line with each other. Nice, very nice.
We got up and picked out a bedroom. This night we could sleep like logs. A small village, in the countryside. Perfect for a long night of complete rest.
The plan was to stay for two days so we put our bags down and got out to see if the supermarket was still open. We were lucky. It still was open, and we also found dinner. There was a pizza place, and they were also selling ice cream.
We scored our breakfast for the next morning and took a bench outside with a good big ice cream. Well-deserved after a day of waiting and sitting in trains and busses.
It was warm outside, the sun went down a bit, our bellies full of nice food, life was good!
We got upstairs, opened our bag, and put some clothes down for the next morning.
My wife got down and I followed here back into the kitchen and living all together in one room.
The smell of pizza filled the room still.
Besides the good feeling, something was bothering me.
The farm was old. The front house as they call it, was nicely decorated in old style but it could not completely cover old shafts and a small door next to the door. It could have been a shaft where you throw you dirty laundry down. But in a farm? Maybe an old kitchen elevator for just food?
Anyway, to me even the front house had a lot of corners, old closets and doors that were locked and leading to who knows where.
When it was time for a good night rest, we got up and I opened the closet there. There was a chair inside. I closed the door again and said to my wife: “I guess it is a spare chair in there. Why would anybody put a chair in a closet?”
Night really came. The countryside is a lot darker than we are used to. We lay in bed and very soon we both said together: “Let’s put on a small light. This is really dark.”
The window in the roof did not let any light inside so there was no help from there. No stars, no moon to be seen. Dark is dark.
I turned a dimmer on the side of the bed and the room filled with light again. Turned it a little lower. Just enough to see but not to bright so we could sleep.
We closed our eyes and tried to fall asleep.
I was almost there when the light turned off.
I searched for my wife. She found me too.
“The light.”
“Yep, I will turn it on again.”
This time I turned it a little brighter. I do not know why. I just wanted it to stay on. Maybe the dimer would be stuck at some point of less bright.
Well, we turned to each other holding hands.
After a few minutes, the light dimmed again, and it got completely dark again.
But now my wife was squeezing my hand.
“The closet, it is not feeling all right. I feel warm. I…”
She sat on her knees. Looked at the closet.
“No, no, aaah. That hurts.”
At this point, the light is bright in the room. I turned it up and I saw my wife in fear looking around.
“Stop, we just want to sleep.”
There was not stopping.
I told my wife to get out of bed and get dressed. We are getting out of the house for a bit.
It did not take a second after I said that the door opened wide.
When we came in the midday and searched for the bedroom, the door was squeaking and cracking.
This time…. It just got open without any sound.
‘Yes, yes, we are going out. Just do not do anything. Give us a minute to dress.’
I said it calm, but my wife was putting on shoes with big eyes still locked at the door that opened.
When we got down and out of the frond garden, my wife looked back at the house and in the second bedroom, nest to ours, she saw a black shadow standing in the room, looking down at us.
It was very clear that the spirit did not want us there or she was afraid or angry because she felt the energy of my wife.
It was her territory, so she kicked us out in a mean way, hurting my wife.
Now… these things happen sometimes. You can come across a spirit that is not happy about anybody else in their personal space. Having a nice night is different.
We spent most of the night outside and in the kitchen trying to sleep on the couch a bit.
The second day we slept somewhere else in another city far away.
The end of this story is stranger even.
The spirits around us and especially our spirits guides went out to check out the place and said the woman was “black energy” so not good.
Two months after the black energy came to us.
That was a big surprise. Since she kicked us out, I friendly asked her to leave as we were kicked out of her house, I did not want her to stay any longer. “Could you please go home? Thank you.”
She left.
No argument.
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