One of my most profound experience to date, if I had to pick one would be an apartment I lived in briefly in Bellingham, WA.
It was in the spring of 2013 and I had just moved out of a place with a friend into a low-income housing building located in the original downtown area called the Mount Baker Apartments that was built in 1929. My room was located on the 5th floor in room 501.
I felt I needed my own space. Growing up an only child, I was used to being alone. Yet I felt the moment I walked in that something was not right. But I was determined to cleanse the energy and make my own comfy abode with my cat, Nico. Not only was the room cleaned by myself, but others. One native, a Reiki “master” and an acquaintance who was into Wicca.
Still, however, things never seemed right. I would hear noises in a small room, only to be the only one there, I also heard what seemed to whisper coming from my closet, I would have horrible nightmares, and constantly feel like whenever I was alone, I was not really alone.
My cat, Nico would constantly be looking at things in the air that I could not see and went from a social and fun cat to hiding under the futon couch or in the bathroom. She wouldn’t go near the closet.
It was an old building that had an elevator that would constantly lose power and the lights would go off. I will never forget the first time I felt threatened was when I woke up on my 3rd night there in the middle of the night to the faucets in my kitchen and bathroom opened full blast spraying water everywhere. I had no explanation and it didn’t stop there.
One particularly muggy and warm night there were several of us sitting in the room watching a movie. We had all the old heavy wooden windows open with props as they tended to not like to stay up. Two had large books, one a wooden block, and the other an empty Absolute Vodka bottle to keep them up. All of a sudden all at once All 4 windows slammed down, shattering two of them and knocking the props holding them up 5 stories down into the alleyway.
Then, one night, I had a friend over for the night and early morning another friend stopped by with coffee to visit. We were up late talking about spirits, my current as well as past encounters, and hers as well.
In this building I had to physically go downstairs and open the door for people when they came over, I couldn’t just buzz them in I had to go downstairs and let them in after they buzzed the phone. Within seconds I heard a bloodcurdling scream (and I lived on the 5th floor) and her running down the stairs. She entered the lobby shaking, trembling, and looked extremely unnerved. We all went back upstairs to show us what she saw.
The closet doors were double doors, each door twice as wide as a normal door, and made of extremely heavy wood. She said she was sitting in the bed watching a movie waiting for me to bring him back up and the closet door opened full wide and slammed 3 times. It caused her to spring out of bed and down to us, white as a sheet and still in her pj’s
At this point, I knew I had to get out of there.
After speaking with another tenant, I found out that the previous tenant had hung himself in the closet not only a month before I moved it.
It was lucky timing that shortly after I met someone and we moved in together. Unfortunately, my cat Nico never did get through it. The energy in that room changed her, and when we moved she became something out of Stephen King’s Pet Cemetery. She would hide up in the rafters and dive-bomb you. She would hiss and scratch, and even after another move, she got worse and eventually needed to be put down.

My paranormal experiences started when I was a young child. I grew up in Point Robert’s Washington. It is a small 5.4 square mile peninsula right on the 49th parallel. It also is in a cluster of ley lines that intersect right on the area. If you look at the map of Washington you will see a small bit of land over the line, that is Point Robert’s.
A great deal of the land is ancient burial ground, as it was once occupied by the native American tribe of Tsawwassen, as proven through historical evidence and information.

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