I am a baptist believer but I have some stories I can't figure out. I lived with a guy outside of Vicksburg, MS. He was a coworker and gave me a great deal on a bedroom and a whole side of the house for a really good deal. I was 25 and single and wanted the extra slice of my paycheck.

Started off with little things. My hangers would have nothing on them but at night I would wake up and they I would hear them rattling. Didn't think anything of it.

One Saturday I left the house to go to my parents about 45 minutes away. His girlfriend called me and asked if I was upstairs in my room. I said no, I left about 30 minutes ago. She said it sounded like someone with boots on was walking around upstairs up and down the hallway. She was the only one at the house.

A few weeks later my roomate text me at like 11 pm asking if I was playing pool. He had a pool table in a den right outside his bedroom door (downstairs under my bedroom). I said no, I was in bed watching tv. He said he heard someone break to start a pool game and went out to look and no one was there.

Come to find out, the previous owner re bought the house later in life because it was the house he grew up in. His mother died in the master bedroom in her sleep (downstairs room). He had depression and shot himself in the room I lived in (upstairs). That place had some bad mojo. I drank more in the 6 months I lived there then any other time in my life. My roomates ex gf had to go to rehab for drugs. (They bought the house together and when she went to rehab he needed help with rent and offered me the room). Another buddy of his moved in and had to go to rehab for alcohol. That place had some weird stuff going on.