As a young child, I used to see... Unexplained things. They bothered me constantly. They were never completely clear, like a bad TV set glitching all the time. I never really knew what it meant, but when I saw them, I was obviously scared.
And then, one day, I don't know how, but they went away.
Just recently, I decided to move in with my grandma. My grandpa was moved to a nursing home and my grandma told me to move into his room. I thought that this would be a great idea, so I packed my things and moved in ASAP.
It was my first week there and I decided to have my boyfriend at the time, Nathan, come over to hang out. He, too, used to (and still can) see some unexplained things. He decided to mess with me and play around with a pentagram. I am more religious then he is so of course I realized that it was associated with the Devil so I obviously didn't want a demon or anything in my room, so I told him to knock it off. He played around with it for a while and then got bored with it because nothing was answering, so he burned the paper. I started feeling very very anxious but after a while the feeling just kind of went away.
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed and my visions came back again. There was a man...5' 11", 6' 1" maybe just standing in my doorway. I knew it was a spirit because it just kept glitching and as it came closer to the foot of my bed. I panicked and screamed the Lord's Prayer. I didn't know what else to do because I wasn't sure if it would hurt me or not. My friend, Becca, called me that night to see what was wrong and I ended up telling her the whole thing. She told me to calm down and not to repeat the Lord's Prayer because
I don't know what I'm dealing with. She sent me additional information via text message, and I eventually calmed down. I don't think that I have ever prayed harder for protection then I did that night.
The next night, the experience by now had already been shoved to the deepest crevice inside my mind. I was just calmly praying again for protection and so on, and a feeling of deep sorrow just overcame me. Before I even had time to say Amen, I was bawling on my floor. I tried to calm down, and when I did I heard someone else crying, a woman weeping. She appeared (again glitching) and reaching out to me saying "Emily...Emily...come back." I started screaming and praying. It must have scared her off because she screamed back in something sounding like PURE agony. I could not understand her words, so I climbed into bed and fell asleep.
The next few nights were calm. I saw things in the darkness now and again, but I thought that it was only because the dark was toying with my eyes.
Nathan decided to interfere with the spirits.
He came over one night, and started talking to the man and the woman. The woman was near a corner in my bedroom, next to two mirrors. The man was closer to my bedroom closet.
We were sitting on my bed when he spoke out loud to them. He said that he wanted them to show themselves and move an object or make a noise to let themselves be known that they were there. He could not hear it, but I heard them pounding on the walls and coming closer towards the bed. I was terrified, and left the room.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, he called them out and made yet another pentagram and burned that when they did not answer.
I was terrified again by the spirits after that, almost always. They would slam my doors, turn on and off my lights, and appear right in front of my face...
I got to the point where I could not take it anymore. Every night I prayed and prayed that they would go away, stop bothering me, and just cross over.
That's when I started seeing things in my bathroom. I would open the door in broad daylight and there would be a dark figure standing near my sink. After a few days of this, I decided to just ignore it. When the figure did appear, I would ignore it or simply say aloud, "you're not real, you aren't really there."
This, I thought, was a good idea. I still believe that it was, because the figure stopped appearing shortly there after.
That is when I began seeing the old woman. She was fairly peaceful, her energy did not seem negative, and it seemed as if she was protecting me from the woman and man. The first time I saw her I was obviously spooked, she flashed right in front of my face. Still, months later, I can tell you what she looked like.
She had white hair, cut short and round glasses. She seemed to have soft eyes, obviously had wrinkles, but they still seemed gentle.
My first reaction was shock, and then closes my eyes and count to ten. When I opened them, she was gone.
Since then, even when I would be sitting on the couch watching TV, or anywhere in my house for that matter, I could feel her presence sitting or standing next to me.
Does anyone have an opinion on the old woman? Do you think she is protecting me? And with the woman and the man, (they still appear, but only when the old lady isn't around) do you think they were trying to hurt me in some way?
They would touch me and follow me, and I was pushed now and again, but never anything really hurtful. I have never been hit, bitten, or scratched, but I fear the day the old lady crosses over and I am left to deal with the man and woman.
If anyone really has good, serious advice on what to do, I am open to anything that may help me in any way. I thank all of those who will help me with this growing fear that I am harnessing.