On And Off Again

Things started happening when I was young. I'm going to start by describing my old house to give an accurate picture. In my old home, it was two stories. When you walk in the house, there's a den, where we put exercising equipment. Walk straight and you're in the kitchen/dining room (which is towards the left). Towards the right is the living room and in the far corner (right) is the staircase that leads upstairs.

As you walk upstairs, you can see the master bedroom (to the left) and the upstairs bathroom (straight ahead). To the right are three rooms. The farthest room was my mother's (my father and mother didn't sleep in the same room), the middle room was mine, and the last room was my brothers.

My first experience happened when I was around 10-12 years old. I remember laying in bed, waking up too early to get to school. I was on my side with my eyes closed when I heard my mom come in my room. She sat on my bed and ran her fingers through my hair. I fell back asleep. When I woke up, I felt strange, almost as if I realized that whatever was in my room was not my mother. I called her and asked her if she had come in my room that morning, and in confusion she told me no. I asked everyone in my house and they all said no.

From that point, there were things that happened that I couldn't explain and would try to just brush off. There were nights where I would be home alone and I would just hear screaming and yelling, as if two people were fighting.

On one particular night, I was sitting at the dining room table, doing homework. My parents were out and I was expecting them back any moment. I heard my front door open, voices talking, and then the door shut and the voices stopped. I looked over at the front door, confused, but shrugged it off. About 20-30 minutes later, after feeling completely uneasy about the situation, my parents came home. I found myself irritable and demanded to know why they left when they just got back. They had no idea what I was talking about.

My old house always had a heaviness to it. No one liked sleeping over, they always thought it was haunted.

My new house, which I won't go into much detail about, I've had no experiences until I was in high school. I was changing, my boyfriend in my room, and my door was open. I heard what sounded like my brother's footsteps coming. I rushed to shut the door, and felt an immediate pressure against it. I was yelling at my brother that I was half naked and my boyfriend started to try and help me push. All I could see was a black mass, and nothing my boyfriend and I could do to get the door shut.

All at once, it slammed. My boyfriend and I hit the door and I finished getting dressed. I called my brother and started yelling at him, asking why he would do that. Of course, he was confused and responded "I'm not even home". No one was home.

From this point on, I haven't experienced anything else. The worst experience was with the door, and I don't know whether it's a normal spirit or not. Any feedback or help would be appreciated. Thank you for your time.