I am a fourteen year old teen and I live with my father and his girl friend. My dad and I have been moving around a lot and rented cheap old houses and my dad finally saved up enough money to live in a decent home.
Throughout my moving I have seen pretty weird things and I didn't want my dad to think less of me because I see weird things. Also my dad and I rarely talk so...
When I moved into my new and current home I made some friends and this is when my dad found his girl friend. I have lived in this house for 3 years to be exact and I thought that my shadow seeing and things falling off was over until last year.
I could still picture it in my mind. I was in my living room and my dad and his girlfriend was out for the week or two. During that time I started to see strange things again and I felt scared that I had to turn on the light and sleep as much as I hated it, because of the increasing electricity bill. I was planning to sleep with the lights off and be brave.
So, I turned off my lights when I went to bed. Around midnight to 2 o' clock I woke up because I was thirsty and when I entered my kitchen I turned on my light, opened the fridge, got out a bottle of water and drank. While I was drinking I heard some noises as if someone was washing the clothes old style with the board and stuff. So I followed the noise and it became louder but not much. The noise came from my bathroom and I looked around but nothing was there. I tried to deny everything I heard and I went back to sleep.
I heard it again and this is the point where I felt scared the turned on the lights and it became cold and I heard some noises coming from the upstairs room like running.
I didn't have any roommates so I went into my kitchen and got out a knife thinking that it was some robber. I slowly went up stairs and I tried to be silent as possible and I heard a door close at the far end of the room.
I went and checked and it seemed as if someone was hiding in the corner. I felt really scared, turned on the lights and she was gone so I hurried downstairs dropping the knife, turned on the living room lights and turned on the T.V. But the T.V. didn't work so I just sat there and fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up in the morning, didn't go to school and my dad called wondering why I lied that I felt really sick and about to throw up. He didn't believe it but he told me to stay home.
Did anyone have any experience like this?
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