Since I was little strange things have happened to some parts of my family. It started before I was born. When my older brother was about two or three my mom would say he would talk to thin air. They thought it was our great grandfather. Since my brother was named after him. It turns out she was wrong. After I was born things got even worse. One time when my sister was babysitting me I saw a white figure blocking the hall way so I could not get to my sister.
Then one night in December my mom had hung bells in one of our door free doorways. The next thing we know my brother came running into the bedroom my sister and I shared. Saying that the bells just started swinging by themselves and just fell. I would have these awful nightmares. That seemed so real. It all cooled down after that for a few years.
When I was nine things heated back up. My friend and I were sitting on our couch. It faced the kitchen. It was around eight and my mom went to the gas station across the street. When all the sudden our huge pot got thrown across the kitchen and hit our fridge. We tried to find a logical explanation about this but we could not. At first we said the wind but this thing is huge. Even the wind could not have blown it across the kitchen like that. Plus the windows were closed. These things only seemed to happen to my friends and I, my brother, and mother. My brother would hear things in his room. My mom would smell things, but my friends and I seemed to get the blunt of it. We would be doing nothing when things would fall off selves. Our lights would go off. Things would be thrown across the room. We even saw a hand once. Once I reached eleven things cooled down once again but would not entirely stop. I was still plagued with nightmares. I would have to sleep with someone because I would hurt myself in my sleep.
When I was fourteen things got real bad and never really stopped but for a few short months. The nightmares still occurred. My friends would be staying and that's when it was worse of all. One time two of my best friends and I were in my room when we saw a light outside. We thought it was from one of our house lights so we turned off all the lights except for the TV. Then looked back out and saw that the light was still there but moving. It was too big to be a flashlight and headlights from a car. We ran into my bathroom and hid for about two hours. When we came back out it was still there. The only thing that ever happened to my sister was the most gross. She and her boyfriend were sitting in our room when thousands of ants came pilling out of our wall. It was insane.
When I turned sixteen that's when things got the worse. I had a new boyfriend and since my mom had to work a lot of nights because of her job she would let him stay over. Plus we were good kids and were trustworthy. Well it was early morning one day that my boyfriend had stayed with me and we were both lying in bed. When I heard this awful whimpering near my heater. I started panicking thinking my dog Bear had been hurt. When my boyfriend said that the dog was lying on the other side of him. Yet he said he heard the whimpering to. Thinking it was coming from outside since my heater was placed under my bay window. We went out to search for the hurt dog. We went outside and there were no dog prints in the snow. We decided to go back in and the whimpering could still be heard but from my wall which was made entirely of brick on that side of my room. Things like this happened on and off.
When I was seventeen and was dating my boyfriend again. Things got even worse. We had got a new dog, Bear had run away. It was late around two in the morning. When my boyfriend went to take our dog out to pee. Well I heard our front door open, then footsteps into my room. Then pressure on his side of the bed. Thinking it was my boyfriend I turned around to give him a kiss when I saw that nothing was there. There was a dent in the mattress from where somebody was sitting but you could not see it. It stayed there until my real boyfriend came inside. Then two months later when I turned eighteen the ghost finally let me see it.
I was sleeping when I heard glass breaking from across the room. I woke up thinking it was our dog. When I looked to where the sound had come from I noticed a man. He looked to be about six foot. He had salt and pepper hair. Which if black with a little white coming through. He had on a white shirt with black pants. These pants had overalls that had a gold buttons on them. Now the clothes looked so old fashion. I went back to sleep because I thought it was a dream.
I guess he got angry about this because a month later I had the worst nightmare yet. It seemed like I had awoken in my room everything looked the same but the light was on. My boyfriend was asleep beside me. Then a sudden panic came over me. I tried to move to get to tell my boyfriend, but I could not move. I tried moving everything, even screaming and then no sound came out. Then it felt like I could not breathe. When the old man leaned over my face and was laughing at me. I felt tears coming out of my eyes from lack of oxygen. Then I woke up for real gasping for breath.
It's just this thing really scares me. I have had a lot more experiences that I'll write more about. Some things I even probably forgot to put in here. I just want to know is if it just hates me because it comes after me more than others.