So I moved in with my mom when I was about thirteen years old, and I was stuck with the basement as my room, my aunt having the other portion of it. I didn't have any problems the first year I moved to Kentucky with my mom. But in the middle of my eighth grade year was when my grandmother and I switched spots, so from then on, I had a room on the main floor of our house, while my mom and sister had their own rooms. Well, for the next year I never had any problems. But then near the beginning of my freshman year is when things started to spook me a bit.
I can't remember the day exactly, but my bed was directly next to my dresser, not even five inches in between. I had fallen asleep around 10, which is the time I'm supposed to be in bed by on a school night. I had a dream, and it was really hard to breath. I had to force myself awake to keep myself from seeing anymore. When I woke up, I was facing my window, which the blinds were pulled down and the curtains shut, my tv was still on, with sleep mode. I had pulled the covers back up to my neck and turned to face my dresser to get in a new position to try to sleep in, going to brush off what I had just felt and dreamed of.
But when I had turned around, facing my dresser, I had seen the face of a little boy. I saw all his features clearly. Pale skin, as pale as printing paper, dark brown ruffled hair, and he was missing an eye. This had terrified me so I had turned back onto my other side and pulled the covers up over my head, trying not to think about who or what I had just seen. I waited about ten minutes before I checked to see if the little boy was still there, and he wasn't. I had to take sleeping medication to help me get to sleep that night.
After that I didn't have any problems until recently, where I had yet another dream, but different. The dream had the same little boy in it. Only that time, both of his eyes were gone. I had to force myself awake, only having gotten an hour of sleep, maybe not even that, when I had went to bed at 11 and woke myself up around 12-12:30. Since then I've had the feeling that someone is constantly watching me, and it tends to only happen when my closet is open during the day or at night.
I only have two close friends I can tell this too. My ex and my other close friend Damian. Damian is more able to deal with these kinds of things. And when my ex was here yesterday to hang out, I was standing in my doorway and he was able to see him for about a minute. And told me he saw the child touch my hand for a few moments then start caressing my thigh. And when we sat in my room, the child was sitting on the floor in front of my closet, telling me to come back once I left his side.
I've been told by both that this child does not hate me, nor like me. But has dark intentions. And I have been sleep deprived for a while now, only getting a few hours of sleep, but only when the sun starts shining around seven in the morning. Even then, with my closet door closed, I can still feel him. I'm not able to see him, but I can sense and feel.
I really don't understand why this is happening. Also, I failed to mention that I moved into my sisters old room, which is smaller, about a year ago and she never had any issues so she's told.
Please keep in mind, this did not start happening until after I had moved rooms to the main floor.