Terrifying Spiritual Happenings In Austrian Apartment
When I was a child, around six or seven years old, I was living with my mother and father in a small 80 square meters apartment, in a living block of in total 12 apartments a small village in Austria. Back then it was a little outdated, where newer things like cell phones and the internet weren’t yet the norm.
My father had a terrible past, ruining people’s lives, driving families to their bankruptcy with corrupt methods; in his words, unknowingly, but nobody ever really believed him.
It wasn’t unusual for me to have strange things going on in my room, or while trying to fall asleep. The police searched my room more than once when I was little, because of the criminal ongoings of my father. We weren’t even saved, from dealing with frightening people when he was in jail.
I remember the day he came home from jail, the best day of my childhood since he wasn’t a bad person by nature. To this day I love him more than anyone else despite his criminal past and mistakes. But what I thought would be a new beginning, soon turned out to be a new nightmare.
Sometimes during the dark times, in late afternoon or nights, we would hear very loud, drumming sounds in the apartment. I can tell you; that this was no ordinary drumming! It was frightening, it would freeze the blood in your veins, and you could never, I repeat, NEVER, say where exactly it is coming from. There was three of us hearing it, at the same time, but it felt like it was in our heads, you couldn’t pinpoint where it is coming from, and it was getting louder and more provoking every day.
First, the only one frightened was me, my parents didn’t think much of it, but after a while, they were more frightened then I was. The reason is very simple. I started to see a black figure with a black hat, standing behind me when I was going to bed or sleep…….Wait, I have to correct myself, I didn’t really see that figure, but I felt the presence of it and knew without turning around how it would look. I just FELT it, and it was talking to me. It was telling me it would protect me from whatever it was making those terrifying sounds.
It wasn’t long before my parents got sick, my mother was diagnosed with cancer in the stomach-area, while my father had to deal with severe swellings of random body parts. Doctors were baffled and couldn’t explain where it would come from. I swear to god, if you put apples, bananas or a fresh plant in the room, it would die within an hour.
One night it got more terrifying, the drumming sound and even voices were heard, and we were getting so frightened that at one point we decided to record it with an old video camera and then get out of the apartment for good.
The camera did record, but the audio and video were unusable, despite another recording before and after working just fine. The only time the camera successfully recorded video and audio was when we were outside of the apartment.
That isn’t even the strange part. As soon as we put both feet outside of the main door of the apartment, the sounds and voices were GONE; instantly, just gone….. Once you’d go back in, it started again immediately, like putting on headphones with loud tunes that you can’t hear when the headsets are not around your head.
My father is a total disbeliever in such things; you can’t convince him that spiritual beings exist. But that convinced even him that something stranger, perhaps impossible to explain, was going on.
And it was his fault!
Eventually, my mother invited a priest to come and help. However, the first three to visit wouldn’t even enter the apartment, saying something like….. may God help you, but we can’t!
The fourth one finally entered and did something with his water, and his prayers etc…. I’m not very religious myself, and I wasn’t home when he was there. To this day I don’t fully believe it was a priest because it felt like this needs something else, something higher. But according to my mother it was, and the priest and the other people she invited to solve the problem; some who were very spiritual human beings! Concluded that what we were experiencing was the souls of lost families; poltergeist’ing us for what my father did to them in the past. And that the only way to remove them would be… yeah, you can guess what procedure comes next.
My father did exactly that, and my mother was with him doing so. Once he got everything off his chest officially (again I’m not overly religious, but these are the facts), the sounds and voices stopped…..the strange goings-on stopped. Items that were constantly moving or going missing would never move again. Apples and Bananas in the kitchen wouldn’t be dead within a day or so. And probably the best part of all this; my mother’s cancer reduced so fast and so good that it was, almost magically gone. The same with my father’s illnesses.
I don’t have any proof of any of this, not even the recording that was made…..but trust me; this was a time where I wasn’t sure if being alive was a good idea.
I’m just glad I never have to encounter another “one of those events”