I Always Remember Seeing Shadows

My name is kirsten, and I have no idea what to think about my experiences. I've had so many different ones, but I'm sharing the only ones that truly stand out to me.

Ever since I was younger I always remember seeing shadows. Always felt like I had someone around me even when I was alone. Every night I would wake up and see a shadow sitting at the end of my bed, or when I would fall asleep on the couch there would be one standing over me. I never knew what was happening. I was always under the impression that I was being followed. It scared to me so much that I never slept because I thought it was just a bad dream. But I seemed to start seeing more 'shadows' the less sleep I got. They never seemed to want to hurt me. It felt more as if they wanted to play and have fun. I would tell my parents and my dad thought there was something possibly wrong with me. Until one night I saw the shadow and I went and woke him up and told him someone was in our living room. He jumped out of bed and chased after it. Down the stairs he followed the shadow and that where he watched it dissapear out of no where. To this day he denies it was really anything but I know he just doesn't want to admit what it really was.

When we moved away I thought my experiences with the shadows would go away. But it tended to get a bit stronger.

Example. I would stay at my great aunts' Florence and Dorothy's house in Queens every weekend. I would always feel cold and uncomfortable staying there. Until one night I started seeing a tall man in the doorway of the bedroom at night. He never did anything but stand there. Like he was watching over someone. It always scared me because the door was right by my Aunt Dorothy's bed. When I mentioned something to my aunt, she would say it was my uncle seeing if we were sleeping. I knew which uncle she was talking about. The one who was alive who worked in the city but lived upstate so he would stop in every once in a while to sleep. Well I knew it wasn't him. I have a feeling it was my Aunt Dorothy's dead husband Andy. After I realized this I started to get closer to that aunt. I started paying more attention to her. Thats when I noticed she would be taking to herself. She wasn't talking to herself, she was talking to Andy. Ever since then I feel as if I have some kind of connection.

Now that I'm older I don't see shadows as much. But when I do it's usually when I feel lonely, and feeling depressed. Then all of a sudden I feel as if I'm surrounded but loved ones. I'll see things from the corner of my eye. I have no idea what I should think about this.