Aware Of Spirits

I am not a very good writer. So please forgive me. I Believe that since I was very little I have been aware of spirits. I feel like a magnet to them. Sometimes I sense them, sometimes I see them, sometimes I hear them. I have never been ok with that. I feel like I'm going crazy at times? Mainly because if I tell anyone, I feel like they would indeed feel that I was crazy. No body wants to feel like they're crazy.

Two years ago I moved to NJ from PA. I didn't have any paranormal experiences in quite awhile. Then a year ago I had my daughter. Things started happening around then. Pretty frequently. I would get waken up at night by feeling like something had been touching me. My daughter also would have a blood curdling scream, she slept in the same room as me for awhile. I usually thought it was because she was hungry or needed a diaper change. So I naturally would get up and get her what I thought she needed. I then would feel like I was being followed. It made me feel un-easy. I would also feel angry all the time for no reason. Which caused MANY arguments with my boyfriend and I. I also would have dreams of this man staring at me in my home while the house was pitch black.

During Thanksgiving 2010 my boyfriend's family and I were sitting in his family's living room, his cousin was playing with our daughter while my boyfriend and his uncle were playing an acoustic guitar. His aunt was sitting on the floor next to him. Now the family room is right next to the front door. I was talking to my boyfriend's cousin. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw someone sit up and get out of their seat. So I naturally looked over to see who it was. I then saw an old man with white hair wearing something red walk through the door, and walk past the stair case. This of course startled me! A random old man walking through the door? I took a double take, and thought that I was just seeing things. My boyfriend's Aunt I guess noticed that I felt uneasy about something so she asked me what was wrong. I told her what I thought I saw. Her and her husband both said at the same time "Phil's father." which is my boyfriends grandfather. I have never met him. He had been dead for over 10 years. My boyfriend's aunt showed me a picture of her husband's father. It was the man that I had seen walk right through the front door.

After that things intensified... My daughters toys would light up and turn on by themselves. My daughter would wake up crying worse every night. The touching would get worse. Not only that my boyfriend started to notice.

I moved into my current apartment about 4 months months ago. The day after Christmas of 2010. I felt happy and relieved when I moved here. I felt like maybe I had gotten away from whatever was causing me to feel uneasy and so angry. Especially whatever was bothering my baby and I at night.

About a month flies by I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. It was a normal day, running around for things we needed for our house, groceries and etc. I noticed though that things in our bathroom kept falling off it's shelf. I really didn't think anything of it. Then my family and I went grocery shopping, came back home. Our daughter didn't take a nap that day, and she fell asleep in her car seat. So we left her in there so we didn't wake her. During our time putting away groceries we started to hear our child laughing and talking. We went to go get her but she was still passed out! Had not moved since we last saw her. It naturally creeped my boyfriend and I out. We went back into the bathroom to put away our bathroom supplies and we heard her again! Again she was still motionless and asleep. That night I started feeling like someone touching me in my sleep. I wanted to cry, I thought I had finally gotten rid of this spirit who wanted to communicate with me at night!

One night my daughter woke up screaming again. I went and took her out of her crib and put her back into bed with me. I laid there comforting her. She finally fell back asleep. I rolled over to get comfortable then I heard a woman's voice I have never heard before say my name "Katie." I cried myself to sleep. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was tired of being frightened. A week or two went by, I was still being woken up at night by the touching. I decided I wasn't going to let it notice that I knew it was touching me anymore so I never opened my eyes and continued to sleep. I decided to take a shower, it was just my daughter and me home that day. She kept crawling up to the bath tub and kept opening the shower curtain. I asked her a couple times "Please don't do that, the water will get all over the floor. Mommy is taking a quick shower." After the last time I asked her I heard her crawl away. Then the shower curtain flew open and my shelf in my shower fell over. I looked out the shower curtain and my daughter's butt was sticking out of her bed room door which was right next to the bathroom. She couldn't have crawled that fast to open it that fast. I continued to ignore it. So I closed the curtain and continued to bend down to shave my legs. I then felt like someone was behind me and I felt someone poke the middle of my back. I turned around and said,"You need to leave my family and me alone now!" I also then began telling my close friends and my boyfriend about it because I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. It was touching me, it wasn't just at night anymore.

Another couple of weeks go by, the touching while I was asleep slowed down. I felt like me saying something finally told it I was serious. I was giving my daughter a bath, we were playing with her bath toys she was laughing and splashing. I then felt like someone was standing right over me and I began to feel uneasy. My daughter stopped playing, looked up and just moved her eyes back and forth like she was looking at someone or something. Then she started crying. I quickly called my boyfriend to come into the bathroom. After that more things fell off shelves in the bathroom but now I heard dishes move around in the kitchen as well.

This time I was now being pushed while I was sleeping at night. I would yell at my boyfriend and would ask him why he did that. He wasn't even facing me to have pushed me and was completely fast asleep, snoring and all. My boyfriend now started seeing things in the hallway when we would get ready to fall asleep. It didn't make him feel comfortable at all. I hate to say it, but I was happy that he was noticing things too! I was feeling more sane. Which feels wonderful after all these things happen.

Then one morning my daughter is crying. She hadn't done this in a long time. I thought my boyfriend had already gotten up and was in her room talking to her. Because I heard him talking. But my boyfriend was asleep right next to me fast asleep. I ran into her room, grabbed her, and ran back into my room. I am now completely scared that this is a demon. I mean, I heard my boyfriend talking to my daughter when he was laying right next to me fast asleep! I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. It was 4:30am when this happened. For the next couple of weeks, door close by them self, things fall more frequently. I am getting less sleep.

Last night was the last straw. I'm laying in bed pretending I don't feel something poking me again. My daughter starts crying so I get ready to get up and get her. I look across my room and right near the door is a little boy. He has a bowl cut, turquoise sweatshirt and underneath his sweatshirt is a white shirt with a collar. He has no face. The best way I can describe this to you is that the rest of his body was vividly detailed but his face was black, he had no eyes, no, mouth. I stared for about a minute frightened. I covered my face and quickly moved over to my boyfriend. About a minute later my daughter stopped crying. I laid in bed all night under my covers. I was too scared to look at the time. I know what you're thinking... No way did this happen, and a 23 year old scared of a little child spirit? I know I was not dreaming. I know what I saw. I have never been so sure in my life. I need help. I need help cleansing my house, my family, anything. I can not take feeling petrified, tired, confused, and helpless anymore.