It all started when I was 8. It was near Christmas time I think. And I was all happy and running about because my Grandad and Nana where coming to stay. I wanted to stay up and wait for them to come but my Mam told me to go to bed so I did. Now I hadn't been asleep for long when my door opened and my Grandad came in and sat on the end of my bed. We talked for a bit he smelled like Grandad of pipe smoke but there was something different. He told me he had to go away but he loved me and if I ever needed him he would be there. Then he was gone.
The next morning I went downstairs to find Grandad but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere until my Nana found me and when I asked where grandad was she told me that he died yesterday. Well I was devastated and confused, if my Grandad was dead then who was sat with me. I told my Mam about the man who looked like Grandad and she said I was just dreaming and that I shouldn't be so silly. I was so sure that it was Grandad.
Then a few months ago I was looking for somewhere to film for my school project. Me and some friends where looking round a community centre and I wanted to look in the kitchen which was at the bottom of some stairs. I went cold when I reached the steps and then when I got to the middle steps my throat when tight and I couldn't breathe. It was like something was tugging at my neck and then it was released and I fell down the stairs and fell unconscious. When I woke up my vision was blurry and I saw my Grandad looking at me checking to see if I was OK. I closed my eyes again. And the next time I awoke was to my friend Frazer calling my name. I sat up. I felt dizzy and my throat was dry. I thought I'd had asthma attack. I looked at Frazer, he was looking at my neck I wanted to see what was wrong so I went to the bathroom my neck was red. I made Frazer promises not to tell anyone.
I did some research when I got home and apparently there was a maid who had killed herself in that house on that stair case. I tried to tell my Mam and she told me that I was being silly and over dramatic. But I'm not. I don't know what's happening and now I keep waking up with little bruises on my arms. My friends think I'm self-harming but I'm not doing that to myself. And sometimes I feel as if am been watched and I get cold shrives down my neck.
I know now that my grandad is watching out for me but it's like there someone else watching me too and I don't like it. I'm only 14 and I don't know what's going on can someone help me please.