It's been about a month now. I was getting ready for bed, same as usual. My night-light had burned out the night before. I am a very paranoid person, so I always like some light in the dark. I hopped in bed, snuggled up with my cat, and turned off my bedside lamp. My room was pitch black, unusual to the typical dimly lit one. The time was a little after eleven and I was about to drift off to sleep. My eyes opened and closed slowly, for I was very tired. I opened my eyes once more, and to my horror, I saw a tall, black figure in the shape of a man by my bed, watching me. At first, I was skeptical, so I studied it for a while. I noticed it was too tall to be a pillow, and it covered half of an Abbey Road poster behind it, so it was very solid. I noticed that my cat was not bothered; he was sound asleep. I, however, was paralyzed with fear. After I studied the figure for a few seconds, I came to the conclusion that it was, in fact, not a pillow. I shut my eyes tight and prayed. I was afraid that it could've been a man or a burglar, being fourteen I assumed the worst in all cases.
I had a very hard time falling asleep that night. I felt as though it drifted to the other side of my bed, for my feet became extremely cold. When I braved up, I checked the bed side again, and the figure was gone. I asked around the next day what it could've been. My brother told me he had heard what sounded like a woman's voice say "Hey" around the same time the figure appeared. One person said I was seeing things, but another said it could've been my Guardian Angel. That one intrigued me, and I did my research, but it didn't quite match my experience.
Some background information you might find helpful, would be that my parents went through a nasty divorce recently and a lot of changes has been going on in the house. There's a lot of hate and sadness in the home. There have been other unexplainable happenings in the house, my room especially. For example, one night, I was down stairs on the computer and everyone else was asleep upstairs. I then heard the sound of my garage door open and close, someone walk around slowly, sit down, and pull out a newspaper. Clear as day, that's what I heard. I could see the stairs from where I was sitting, so I knew no one was down stairs with me. During that time, my mom's boyfriend, whom I am not the biggest fan of, came over a lot by himself late at night, so that's what I assumed it was. I ignored it for that reason exactly. A while later, my mom came down stairs and I asked her why her boyfriend was here. She told me he wasn't and I instantly got the chills. My brother had a similar experience with hearing the same door open and close a lot.
I've had other experiences where I'll see a flash of yellow light shine in one spot of the room and disappear only two or three feet apart, unlike what you'd see a car make. It wasn't "attached" to the wall, which made it even more bizarre. I've had things fall of tables, wall, and shelves and my door open by itself.
I've heard that sadness can trigger activity. When I'd become overwhelmed with anger, hate, or sadness, I'd write eerie stories all over my walls and in notebooks. All which came from my head. That in itself could be a sign, but I'm no expert. I know that my house is only a little over ten years, but we've also recently done a lot of renovation to it. I also read that can trigger activity.
I'd really appreciate it if you'd take the time to help me with my story. I would love answers and am extremely interested in learning more about this.