A little background: back in 2010 I started refurbishing antique furniture. I made a killing off it and I loved a great find.

Fast forward to 2015, I had my ex-husband drive about 1.5 hours to pick up two very old vanities I found on a Facebook BST. I bought them both for $100, steal! Right!? Yes..... until no....

I typically get right on my projects and finish them within 24-72 hours depending on how much TLC my pieces need. Well for some odd reason, I just flat out didn't feel like working on my two new glorious, gorgeous finds. I just wanted them to sit there.. they were already beautifully, perfectly flawed...

As days turned into weeks, I started getting really irritable... angry, short tempered, all of the above. Depressed... I stopped playing with my daughter, I began getting late to work, I just was a complete mess. My ex never said a word to me about my ill behavior...

Then my daughter (being almost 3 at the time) started talking about the "white lady" who would stand in the corner of her room and stare at her, sometimes would sit on her bed... I did notice her room felt "heavy" in there... but I just brushed it off, her imagination leaking into mine.

Then... one night my ex and I heard my daughter run across the house to get to our room (craw space under the floor, we hear all foot steps). But as our daughter got to our door, she couldn't open it. So my ex decided to get up to open the door for her, well as he opened the door, we then heard her door slam at the same time, and we saw her door hanger knocking against her door. So we decided to go check on her. This is where things get chilling, she was sound asleep in her bed. And what gave it away that she never got up is she was still tucked in. She always sleeps with a pillow on top of her, under the blankets for extra comfort. It was all still in perfect placement. No way a 2yr old placed a body pillow back on top of her and tucked her blanket around herself so neatly.

Moving on: strange things start happening, cabinets "left open," doors open... water dripping, etc. Classic paranormal movie type stuff... my moods just got worse and worse as now months have gone by...

Then one night... I was home alone, my parents had my daughter, my ex husband was with his study group (college at the time). And I had to get up and go pee. OK, I walk to my bathroom, I try to turn on the light. It wouldn't come on... ok... breaker blown? Sure. Breaker is in my daughter's closet. So as I walk out of the bathroom, head to my master door which leads to the livingroom, a major force hits me... and I cant make this up, I black out... idk how long I was out, but when I woke up, my throat was sore and bruised. Every light, fan, appliance, TV (static), water faucets were on, all my cabinets were opened, everything.... and I was so scared, I started crying. And the next day we decided to get rid of those vanities, after that, nothing happened again and my daughter stopped talking about "the white lady." She still remembers her to this day though. And there's much more that happened in those months, but nothing that compared to that night. I don't ever want to experience anything like that again. So no more antique furniture for me. I lived a real life haunting and it took a huge toll on my mental health.