It’s been weird and lonely the past 6 months since we moved to my Marikina townhouse. The time I moved here, I brought with me 3 people (aside from my sister) who lived with me for almost a year back in my Eastwood pad. These 3 people are important to me but some really surprising things happened that they left the house, including me.
Before we moved here, I dreamed about a broom floating by itself going out of the house’s main door. I was hesitant to proceed with the move then but my then-gf told me to just let go of my fears since it was just a dream and we’ll be having more space at the same price we were paying in Eastwood.
On the first day during our move, there was a dead cat in my garage, just behind the gate. Dead cats are often paired to bad luck. Then again, I had no other choice but to proceed.
Since the move until today, we’ve been hearing strange foot steps and closing doors and been suddenly smelling the musk of wine and burning rubber even if there isn’t anyone else in the house. Yesterday, an orb appeared in a photo we took of the house’s main entrance.
What bothers me is not the sound, smell or the orb, but the overwhelming feeling of sorrow when I’m in the house. I’m just not sure if I’m the one who needs help or if its my house that needs it. I’m thinking of having this house blessed. Maybe then it can chase away the negative energy that I’m feeling.
