I have always found ghost stories, videos, recordings, or anything paranormal interesting. But I've also had my experiences.
When I was 4 years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night, and hearing footsteps outside my room. I was very scared because the footsteps stopped right at my doorway. I called out "daddy?" and there was no answer. I got out of bed and walked to look out into the hallway. No one was there. I could feel my heart pounding so fast it may have been in my throat. The only reason I called out for my father was because there was a shadow of a man on my door, the shape looked like my dad. The shadow was very still and only twitched a little bit. I called out daddy again and the figure ran away. I jumped back into bed and cried myself to sleep, as scared as can be.
When I was 13 I was upstairs in my room listening to music and reading a book. Typical teenage activities I guess. My parents were going out of town and just as they were leaving the house, I turned my head to look out my window when I saw the blind shaking furiously. I was only staring at it, wondering what the heck was going on. The blind lifted away from the window slowly and then was slammed against the wall. I never said anything but ran out of my room. I was breathless when I reached the bottom of the stairs. My parents looked at me like I had erupted in a panic attack. They looked at me and then at my room. I told them what happened, and they said "oh honey, the wind probably blew it into the air." Wow, okay, of course they wouldn't believe me...
I am now 18, and haven't really had any more incidents. But thinking back to the blind incident I believe that the man I saw was the one who was messing with my blind. The man hasn't hurt me and is not aggressive. I think he is mischievous, and maybe protective. I thought he was my dad when I was 4. Maybe he was trying to let me know that he's there and that I'm not alone. I sometimes feel that I am. I believe that he may have had a daughter and misses her or something. Maybe that's why he's always with me. I don't talk to him; I don't want to provoke him. But I'm not scared of him. And I love having him around. He is warm when I can feel his presence in my room. But I want to know what my readers think. If you think you might know why he is with me I'd really appreciate it, thank you