When I was about 3, we used to live in a big house. There was my sister, Raven, my mom, Deanne, my stepdad, Uha, and my two brothers, Neil and Tyler. I was the youngest out of the family. So, here's my story. I'm just going to come straight out with it.
It was one certain room, downstairs. Neil's room. Whenever I went down there, I'd see black shadows move across the walls of the room when nothing or no one was moving. It really made me afraid, even though I was too young to know what it was. Whenever I'd sleep in there sometimes, I'd always feel fingers brushing across my legs, and when I got up, it'd stop. Whenever I sat up, the brushing continued, however. The first night we moved into that house, I was perfectly fine, and when I slept in there, I was puking in the morning. It would always be freezing down there. It was probably because it was a like a basement, but maybe not...
I'd also have scary dreams where I'd be running away from some kind of black entity, and I'd end up falling downstairs alone, as if it was supposed to scare me being down there. I would also feel sharp pains in my sides whenever I was in there for long, and so I'd have to leave. I think this spirit was evil, and was warning us to leave before it did something really harmful. I do wish we could still live there, for now I understand the paranormal. But I know that God made us leave for whatever reason I don't know, and don't want to know. Can someone please help me with this?
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Thank you.