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The original was posted on /r/paranormalencounters by /u/SilverNBold1 on 2025-09-29 08:19:12+00:00.

A couple of years ago, my fiance(now wife) and I had moved into a rental house down here in Louisiana. It was a good little starter house for the most part. Two bedrooms, one bath, and an additional room that we had turned into a media room.

I’m really shitty at build up, so don’t expect any of that for this story.

We lived in the house for a few weeks before we started experiencing some bizarre things. As seems to be the standard for stories like this, it started off small. I don’t know why ghosts dip their toes in the water like that, but that’s how it happened.

Doors were opening and closing by themselves. Sometimes right in front of our faces. Figured initially that there was a rational explanation for some of this, and I’m sure for some of it there is.

At one point, my fiance and I were in the shower together and there was a knock on the bathroom door. We both heard it. We freaked out. She wanted me to go and see what it was, but I was…well let’s just say I was showering with my fiance. I had some things going on in a certain region that I didn’t feel like confronting a would be intruder with.

In the safety of daylight, I inspected the house for possible entries. I knew there were things going on that just weren’t from a human influence, but I’m one of those people that needs to cover all of their basis.

There was really wasn’t any way anyone could have gotten in. I guess it wouldn’t be impossible, but a bit unlikely. If a human being managed to say, pick the lock of our door, and I don’t see what the reason behind knocking on my bathroom door would be.

The thing that kind of turned this situation from a 3 to a 10 was when her and I woke up early one morning. It was around 6Am, and we were taken out of a quiet sleep by the loud screams of a man from the hallway.

We both jolted awake. I had initially thought that she may have woken up because I had gotten out of the bed, but she asked who was screaming, and that was good enough for me to rationalize that we heard the same thing.

This was the first time that this occured, but it wasn’t the last. It was always around the same time, the same scream, and the same reaction from both of us.

There were a couple of times where we came home and heard arguing from our media room. We would usually hear it up until we got to the kitchen before it stopped.

My wife had a recurring dream that she was being chased through the house by someone with a blunt object, but in her dream, the house was in a desolate state, and not what we had made the house look like ourselves.

My wife has a strong Irish Catholic background, so her mom had insisted on calling a priest to cleanse the house. That worked. For like a week.

At one point, I was sleeping and had my arm around my wife. I felt a hand on my back, and heard breathing coming from behind me.

That’s when I decided I was okay with breaking our lease and moving somewhere else. Security deposit be damned.

My wife didn’t want to stay in the house, so she stayed with her sister. My brother in law assisted with the moving and pack process.

When we were working on boxing and moving things, we had found out from a neighbor that the house was owned by a drug dealer and it used to be a trap house. The neighborhood that we lived in was decent, but it had made a total 180 transformation from what it used to be.

The drug dealer that lived in the house, at one point, was a suspect in the disappearance and murder of two addicts, who’s remains were eventually found. Cause of death was stabbing and blunt force trauma.

He had died of a heart attack in the house after consumption of methamphetamines, which took his life in the early morning hours.

The landlord actually gave me my deposit back. We moved, and our new house is completely drug dealer spirit free.

There you have ladies and gentlemen. Believe it. Don’t believe it. Doubt it. Question it. I just wanted to share that.

Hoping everyone has a decent Monday. We all hate them. But hey, four more days until Friday.