You're about to hear one of the most terrifying true tales of an aggressive entity on display in front of witnesses that defy all logical explanations to this day.

Jackie Hernandez was starting a new chapter in life.

She had just gotten married to the father of her two-year-old son and she was pregnant with the baby girl.

There were happy moments, but this new marriage was rocky.

It had its ups and downs, but in 1989, Jackie's new life and dreams fell apart.

Her marriage was over.

So she moved to 593 West 11th Street in San Pedro, California.

She had to start all over again, but little did she know that her nightmare was just beginning.

My name is Edwin, and here's a horror story.

Jackie found herself working multiple jobs to be able to afford her small, cozy house. Her kind neighbor, Susan, watched little Jamie and Samantha while Jackie worked.

And then small things started happening. Almost too small for Jackie

to notice. Maybe she was too tired. I mean, she did work a lot. For example, things that she

would leave in one spot would end up in another. Objects would move. Little things here and there.

It was all too small to notice until Jackie's ex-husband,

Al, was visiting. Al, Jackie, and a friend were all sitting in the living room. They were talking

when they noticed the pencil holder on the coffee table fly across the room and into the wall.

On another occasion, Darlene, another friend of Jackie's, was over at the house.

Jackie and Darlene were sitting on the couch just talking, when suddenly they heard a loud crash.

Darlene and Jackie ran into the kitchen where the noise had come from.

And it was a painting that normally hung above the fridge that had fallen.

But the way that it fell didn't make any sense.

It looked like it had been placed on the counter five feet away.

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