We lived in old air force housing in NW Lincoln, NE from 2002-2005. At the time it was public housing so we hadn’t walked through the unit until our paperwork was approved and the first walk through I knew something was off about the house. We moved in August of 2002, my youngest daughter was born in November of that year. The first experience I had was a few weeks after she was born. I was sitting on the floor in the living room as my 2 older kids were playing, baby was in her bouncy seat. I heard someone rushing down the hall towards the kitchen and looked up just time to see an arm swing into the kitchen. I am sensitive and immediately got the name ‘Mark’ and that he was in the Air Force and he was running late for work. I could sense Mark usually from late August through the end of November but he was only ever actively engaged from mid Oct-to around Thanksgiving. In July I started sensing the presence of a young girl. She was a little older than my oldest who was 6 at the time. She reminded me of Nellie Oleson from Little House on the Prairie. All she did was stand at the end of the hall and watch my girls play when they were in the bedroom. She was not very active beyond that. The following October Mark came back. This time a little more aggressively. I was on my computer and the speaker started going staticky then I heard a man’s voice say ‘hello’. I turned it off so I don’t know if he said anything else. After that I everything felt very eerie when he was around. I felt like he was very attached to me and protective of me and my daughters. My husband at the time worked nights so I was often alone at nights with my girls. Things got progressively stronger and soon my daughters were having experiences. Things started getting really weird the year my youngest turned 2. I was cleaning the kitchen while she finished a snack at the table. She was asking me for the sponge so she could wipe the table. I told her no, put the sponge on the back of the kitchen sink and walked to the living room to grab something. I walk back in – not even 10 seconds later – and she’s got the sponge and is wiping the table. The sponge was not behind the sink where I put it. It was not a different sponge. I asked where she got the sponge and she just said ‘the man’. Around that time I saw my middle daughter’s doppelganger. I was in the kitchen making lunch, she was in the bathroom and out of the corner of my eye I see her walking down the hall and in to the living room – I know it was her because she had a very colorful dress on. I called out to her “Did you wash your hands?” and she calls from the bathroom “I’m still on the potty, mommy!”. I go in the living room where my oldest is and asked if her sister had come in and she said, “Nope” That year we had another experience around my middle daughter. My ex is Slavic and we had a collection of Russian stack dolls that she loved playing with. It’s important to note that she was EXTREMELY afraid of the dark so what happened here is very puzzling to me. We had a night light in our bathroom that very dimly lit the hallway. I was sleeping from hearing wood clicking – I get up and find her in the bathroom playing with the Russian dolls at 2a. The dolls had been on the end table in the living room which was pitch black and it was very unlikely that she would have gotten them off the table in the dark without knocking over other things that were on the table or kicking a toy on the floor. I asked her where she got it and she just ignored me – almost like she was in a trance playing with them. Another time I was annoyed with one of my kid’s battery operated toys. I removed the batteries and tossed it in the top of the closet. A few weeks later I heard it playing. Fished it out of the closet and it continued playing despite having no batteries. Once my youngest got a toddler bed she had a ritual every night around 2:07a she would wake up and come get me to tuck her back in. She would shuffle into the room, stand at the end of my side of the bed, say ‘Momma’ and start walking back to bed without waiting for me and I would tuck her in and go back to sleep. We kept a night light on in the bathroom so the hallway was always dimly lit. It happened every night so it got to the point where I automatically woke up around that time. This night I was starting to wake up and heard her shuffling into the room, saw her at the end of my bed, heard her say momma and start shuffling away. I get up and start following her but once we get to the hallway I realize her figure is a shadow which dissipates and fades away. I run to her bedroom and she’s sleeping with the blankets tightly tucked in all around her. Tighter than I would have done. I was freaked out to say the least. I checked on her, she was sleeping soundly, and loosened up the blankets. I waited a bit but could not sense anything concerning so I went on to bed. I was awake for almost 30 minutes after that and just as I started dozing off I heard what sounded like someone pounding with all their strength on the wall other side of our bedroom wall – the wall her toddler bed was up against. It was so hard the pictures were shaking yet no one else in the house woke up. I jumped out of bed to check on her and she was still sleeping. The air seemed heavy and I stayed awake next to her bed until it lifted. A few weeks after that I had an even more terrifying experience. My husband at the time worked nights until 11:30p and usually got home around 11:55p. I never really enforced a bedtime because my middle daughter would be up at 4a so they were often up til 10p most nights. These events had freaked me out so I started hanging out in their bedroom around 8 and let them play until they got tired. This night there was such a heavy presence that my daughters even sensed it. Before we went to bed I tried to put up the baby gate in the hallway. I set it up just before the split staircase that led to the basement – this is where we often sensed Mark and as he got stronger and more protective it often felt like he was standing on the landing glaring at you as you walked by. As I was setting it up I felt like he was creeping up the stairs then, when he got to the top, was leaning over and staring as me while I fumbled with the gate. I could not get it to lock and he was irritating me so I looked up and stared back, threw the gate down and yelled something like “YOU THINK YOU COULD DO BETTER? HAVE AT IT”. I let it fall where I was which left it on the floor across the width of the hallway with the bar facing up. I stomped back to the bedroom and slammed the door and tried to distract my kids who were asking what was wrong. After a few seconds we all heard the gate being picked up, rattled around like someone was trying to lock it then tossed down hard. I peeked out and it was lying with the bar side down and turned to be along the length of the hallway. I yelled ‘IT’S NOT SO EASY IS IT, SMARTASS?’ I felt vindicated anyway. A while later we were playing and the landline rang in the next room. I opened the door and rushed out into a mist – it was just hovering around the door. It was a friend asking for my husband. I told him he was at work and quickly hung up and ran back to the bedroom. When I got back to my bangs were wet as though I’d been sweating. Finally, the girls went to bed so I lied down with my middle daughter and waited until my husband got home. I started dozing off and woke up when I heard the key in the door, the door open and close, the keys & lunch bag being tossed on the table, jacket being unzipped and hung up and shoes being kicked off. Then nothing. Complete silence. I looked at the little clock in the room. It was 11:25p. My husband was not off yet – he always called if he was going to get off early but he never called to let me know. I was frozen in bed and watched the clock until 11:55p when I heard the keys in the door, the door open and close, the keys and lunch bag being tossed on the table, jacked being unzipped and hung up and shoes being kicked off. Every time I told my husband these things he dismissed it saying I was probably dreaming or misheard something. Until a few weeks before we moved out of state. I’d taken the girls with me to the store and got home to him in his robe standing at the front door with the color drained from his face. He asked if I had just been there and said that he was taking a shower and someone started pounding on the door. He thought it was maintenance (we rented) but there was no one there when he came out of the bathroom. My last experience was later that fall when I was in the living room with the girls. I heard someone walk up the hall and could feel eyes on me. I turned around and saw almost like the glitter effect from the transporter on the original Star Trek and then peace. I knew Mark was gone. Thanks for reading