My story begins about a year ago. I've lived in my house for about 10 years. For the past 5 I have lived downstairs in my basement, the only rooms down there when we moved in were the bathroom and laundry room. My dad and mom created my bedroom in order for my aunt to move in with us, after a year she moved out making me chose the room down stairs to stay in.
Ever since I moved in to my room I have always got a strange feeling coming from the closet. There are no doors attached to it so you can just look right inside. At night, when I'm trying to sleep, I have to keep myself from looking, feeling like something is going to be looking right back on me. Out of all my friends that have spent the night at my house, they also got that feeling that something would look at them if they looked at night.
Nothing but that has particularly happened. But last year while I was sleeping, I could feel something press down on the covers. Me being scared, I ignored it and covered my head and went back to sleep. About a few weeks later, my friend was staying the night. We we're watching a movie and during one part we heard someone laugh. Now we know it wasn't from the movie because no one really laughs in harry potter like we heard. We dismissed it and watched the movie.
The next night, my friend had gone home and I was by myself, for my parents we're out enjoying a night together. My little sister was down the street at a friends house for the night. While I was just about to fall asleep, a felt a small hand touch mine and heard a little girl say "mommy". I don't know what it wanted but I know it freaked me out a little bit.