u/Ryzyrection

We bought a foreclosed home they was abandoned for 20 years but has "good bones." We've been living in the house for 10 years now, and things have always been a little "off."

When my daughter was between 12 weeks -- 1 year old, I would *wake up* in a state of sleep paralysis. I would see this black mass (night light was on in the room for middle of the night feedings) that would stretch from a corner that still creeps me out over my daughter's crib. I would start to pray, but no sound would come out. I would keep trying to pray over and over, feeling like I was screaming at the top of my lungs only to actually wake myself up (for real) screaming a prayer for protection.

The dog would always position herself between my daughter's crib, myself, and the corner. Sometimes at night, I'd wake up to hearing her growl but see nothing in the room. We had the house blessed, the black mass plaguing my sleep disappeared for years, and life was normal; however, things would disappear. One Christmas Eve, when my daughter was around 2 or 3, I was organizing and staging her outfit but could not find her shoes that I bought a few days prior. Her father and I tore the house apart looking for these shoes, but they were nowhere to be found. Christmas morning, we woke, got out of bed, started making the bed, and then the missing shoes were on my pillow. The pillow I was *just* sleeping on 5 minutes before. After that, little things would happen like doors opening that were closed, lights being on in rooms no one entered, and at night it sounds like a 4 legged animal or a few children are running back and forth in the upstairs or on the roof. Yes, we checked, but nothing was there.

We ignored it, had the home blessed again, and kept on living. For the last 2 years, this *thing* has mimicked my voice to my daughter & her father when I'm not home, mimicking my daughter's voice to her father and I when she isn't home, and mimics her father's voice to myself and my daughter when he isn't home. It whistles in the middle of the night, during the day, and any time someone is alone in the home; however, there is no consistent pattern.

The property we live on is very old land once inhabited by Tuscarora, Algonquin, Creek, and other indigenous tribes before the East Coast was settled. Our property was involved in a Civil War battle, where an enactment takes place every year. The activity is beginning to increase as my daughter is growing older (growing from little girl to little lady). I am curious if whatever occasionally enters my home is tied to the land, the house, or something else? Any suggestions?

My father departed 1yr ago on 5/13. Three mo to the day, my mother wanted to begin dating a man she's known since high school.

My father was a "fall on his sword before losing dignity" type of man. His health took a rapid decline, and he began having to wear adult diapers.

My father ended up drinking himself to death to create complications with the prescription medications his doctors prescribed. He wanted to end life quicker but knew my mother would not receive his life insurance if the death did not look like an accident.

Even on his deathbed I had to listen to my mother talk about how she hated him for not loving her enough to live, but she would complain every time he had an accident and missed the toilet, not for a lack of trying. The last 5yrs, they slept in separate rooms, and she would carry these long conversations with me about how she hated him and wanted him dead.

She married my father in 1975, directly out of college. She has never truly been on her own, and she is now in her 70s. Her new "boyfriend" has a major prescription pill problem & likes to hit powdered slopes (we are located at the beach = no snow), and she's begun selling my father's items, despite 45 years of marriage.

While my father was dying, my mother kept wanting to use my 9yo daughter as a therapeutic comfort "object" to distract her attention from "dealing" (caring) for my father.

She claims she is afraid to introduce me to her boyfriend because I will "attack him," but I can count the number of physical altercations on one hand with 2 fingers to spare.

On Wednesday (May 5th), my former foster daughter lost her infant daughter. We have been trying to support her, help with funeral arrangements, and mediate between my foster daughter & the baby's father (BAAAD break-up). The baby's wake is this Sunday. I asked my mother if she would watch my daughter. My mother's response was she had plans with her boyfriend, which they made today, and she has known about the passing of my foster daughter's baby since it occurred.

She told me no, she had plans. I told her to enjoy her weekend. She accused me of being insulting and inconsiderate about her plans, but I repeated I wished her an enjoyable Mother's Day; however, I will be tied up with familial matters.

Here is the thing: She said she didn't think there would be a funeral, and if I wanted her to watch my daughter, I needed to ask with consideration. I began asking for her assistance with "Hey, what plans do you have on Sunday? The baby's wake is at 3 & I do not feel it is a safe emotional space for my daughter. Apparently, my wording did not "imply needing assistance," and if I wanted her to watch her grand daughter, I need to give a weeks notice.

I told her to enjoy her day, and I hoped she had a good Mother's Day. Now she has my family calling & and texting, saying I should apologize. Am I the asshole for not apologizing for wishing her well?