The Only Thing Haunting You Is Your Unprocessed Energy

You’re alone at home, the sun set a few hours ago and you’re setting up the kettle for some tea. Your hair is down and a sheet mask dons your face. A cool breeze drifts across the kitchen from the cracked window above the stove and you feel yourself relax. The cat is purring on the sofa, and you have your favorite show paused on the TV.

This evening couldn’t be more perfect. Especially after the week you had. 

You peruse your cabinet for the right tea, and all of a sudden you hear a clatter. 

You freeze. It came from your bedroom.  And you’re home alone. 

Slowly, you creep your way down the hallway, confirming the cat is indeed still on the couch and not wreaking havoc on your vanity. Your pulse picks up, that feeling of heavy dread pooling in your stomach. You know the windows are locked in there, no wind could have knocked anything over. 

Despite your growing paranoia, you tiptoe further down. You have the absent thought to turn on the hall light, but then again you don’t want to alert whoever (or whatever) is there. In the dim haze of the living room light, you push forward. 

Your breath comes out faster and you fight to keep it under control. The doorway is right in front of you, you just need to round the bend. 

Steeling your spine, you enter the doorway, fully prepared to see a fully grown person hovering over your jewelry. Instead, silence and dust motes. You sigh in relief and go to turn away but then you notice something near the bed. 

You go to pick it up and realize it's a candle. The very one you set out for ritual before you go to bed. It was on the dresser, at your altar, which is across…the room…

The onset of nausea sets in. You spin around, looking for evidence of a break-in, but nothing else is touched. 

This is the 3rd time this week. Your growing suspicion of spectral presence is almost solidified and you’re not sure if that scares you more or less than a robbery. 

You’re being haunted. 

Or are you?

Before you call the priest, let’s chat about what it’s far more likely to be. 

Every witch worth her salt has experienced the paranoia of an unseen stowaway. Reddit and Creepypasta fueled the internet with new and old horrors, and almost every “baby witch” rushes to online forums for advice on their demon possession. (Spoiler alert- they weren’t possessed). 

But as we grow our practice and learn about all facets of magic, we discover that the possibility (if not likelihood) of being haunted is very much real. So how do you know when it's your great, great, great, great, great, great, great aunt and when it’s nothing at all?

You know that weird heaviness after hanging out with your sad friend or coming home from Target on a Saturday? That’s energy hitchhiking its way into your aura. Energy is sticky- without the proper protection, we can bring things home that ought to have been left in the streets. 

Every time we leave the house, we open ourselves up to whatever is floating around- whether that’s Creepy Chad at the bar (again) or your bestie’s leftover frustration after a cry-sesh on your couch. Crowds and chaotic spaces (concerts, parties, malls) make it even easier to pick up energetic junk. You never really know what’s gonna cling.

And have you ever been so stressed that your candle sputtered or your TV glitched — even though the AC was off? There’s a reason “poltergeist” stories pop up most often around kids and teens. When emotions run high and your energy’s unchecked, it can spill over into your space.

Big feelings = big energy. If you or someone in your house is spiritually tuned in (even unconsciously) that current can be strong enough to knock a plant over or make a picture fall off the wall. Sure, sometimes it’s just gravity or bad Command strips, but if it happens more than once, maybe check the vibes too.

Or, you know… maybe your roommate is just fucking with you.

Energy collects, it echoes, it mirrors you. So if your house feels heavy, start with yourself. Cleanse your aura field, run some sage through your house, revamp your protection sigils. 

Suspect of a spectral being? Girl cleanse your shit. You’re not being haunted, you’re being called to clear, ground, and reclaim your space.

And if it really is great-great-grandma, I'm sure she’ll appreciate the fresh energy too. 

<3 Ryan