To tell the truth I don't really know when my story began. I'm going to start from the beginning and let you into my background so you might understand a bit more.
Ever since the age of 7 I was a very troubled child and couldn't control my anger so I moved from my mum's house to my dad's, back and fourth a few times because my dad was an alcholic. Eventually, by the age of 12 I had had enough and chose to go into a residential care home rather than put up with all the crap. I learnt while I was there that a boy who lived there a year before had died in the house. I got a little creeped out but thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I had been there a few months that things started happening.
My bedroom was at the very end of the long corridor and while I was trying to sleep I felt like I had to leave my telly and light on because I was terrified that somebody was in the corridor. I would hear footsteps up and down the stairs in the early mornings when I knew that nobody was there because it was locked all the time. I constantly had the feeling I was being watched everywhere I went while I was in the house.
After 3 years my sister, Joan, decided she wanted to foster me, after all the paper work and stuff was done, I moved. Me and my sister became very close (we didn't meet until I was 12) and we told each other everything. I had two nieces who I also lived with and I doted on them and loved living in a family environment. Joan told me a few weeks after I moved in that she has had 2 miscarriages in her younger years and two abortions (the abortions were due to bad relationships) It was that very moment when it all started.
I left the house at 7.30 am to catch the bus to school. It was around 11 am when I recieved a text from my sister telling me to come home urgently. It didn't say why so I brought my schoolwork with me and made my way home. I got there and my sister is in the back room of the house and wouldn't move and inch. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that when she walked into the bathroom she had seen the number "8" on the mirror scribbled in soap. She cleaned it and told the children off they all swore blindley that it wasn't them.
Joan took the kids to school and got on with the house work, She worked her way up to the top of the house then made her way to the bathroom. The number was there again but this time bigger and harder to scrub off. (nobody was in the house but Joan) She noticed that it was exactly 8 years to that day that she has a misscariage.
It must of been about 10:30 when she picked my younger niece up from play school. The little one was playing in my bedroom (I leave out toys for them because my bedroom was on the bottom floor so they don't have to climb up the stairs when they want to play) and Joan turned on the big Hi-Fi set that was in my room and got to work on the spring cleaning.
The Hi-Fi started skipping so she walked in my room to turn it off. She told me she had seen a little boy sat on my bed right behind my niece, watching her. He slowly lifted his head up and gave Joan and little bit of a smile. She blinked and he had gone.
A good few months later, the day before her wedding, Joan was putting the final touches onto her hair for her day (she practised her hairstyle several times) and decided to get to sleep early for her big day. We had two of her friends sleeping over as they were bridesmades and they slept on the big corner couch. I slept at my dad's, as I didn't want to get in the way and my dad was on his own.
The morning came and I arrived at Joan's. Her cheif bridesmade had a face as white as snow, I asked what was wrong and she told me that while she was dozing off she heard loud footsteps coming out of my room and going up the stairs. She thought I had decided to come home and she carried on trying to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes she felt somebody's hand on the forehead and a voice whispered "Everything will be ok..." She assumed it was my niece and was about to put her back to bed, but nobody was there and she checked the house, the kids were fast asleep.
Joan decided to get a medium in the house as we continued to hear footsteps at night and children bouncing a ball in the hallway. Nothing prepared me for what came next.
When the medium arrived Joan had arranged for the kids to go to their dad's and I went up to my nana's. She called me and told me when it was okay to come back, I did so and she had recorded it all on a tape. The medium told her that there was a little girl and a little boy in the house and they watch the kids all the time. Going back to when I first moved in, Joans keys and mine used to dissapear and we would find them in strange places. She also said they liked to play with a ball and that they like to hide our keys because they are shiny.
Here's where it got freaky. The medium mentioned that I always move my room around (I get fed up on the layout and move the bed and wardrobe around) when nobody mentioned this to her. She said that there was an evil presence in there that didn't like this and he also enjoyed to scare the children and hurt the cat. (A few months before any of this Joan's cat went missing, we found him after 3 months lying by a field in the middle of nowhere, unable to walk and covered in blood) Me and Joan ourselves had never experienced anything evil, Only heard children.
The medium refused to step foot in my bedroom for the rest of the session and said that if she did she would make him angry. She then went on to say that a close friend of my sisters and extended family member would end up in hospital on another island and my sister will feel the need to be there. (A month after this, her sister-in-law and bestfriend died in hospital in Manchester due to alcohol poisoning). She also mentioned that later on that year someone close was going to get pregnant (my sister found out she was pregnant in September that year but sadly lost it).
I listened to the rest and she said things that we had experienced then Joan turned the tape off. She didn't want me to hear the rest and wouldn't tell me why. She started getting upset. Ever since then I have felt like I was being watched and occasionally felt like something had got into bed with me and was breathing heavily on the neck. I got horrible pains in my thighs every night while I was in bed (Ive had tests done by the doctor and they can't find anything, besides the fact that it is only at night time) and I wouldn't dare to turn the light or telly off because as soon as I have done before I felt very uneasy and like I had to leave the room.
The medium never told us why this evil presence was there but the more I was there the more I picked up on it and I was constantly terrified. I started hearing people saying my name and when I turned around nobody was there. I was terrified of being in that house alone so I decided it was best to move on and get my own place when I left school. So when the time came, I left, got a job and now I am in a semi-independent house and I don't think this presence was anything to do with the house as I am positive that I am still being watched. I am terrified if I am left in a room alone let alone a house.
The staff in the house have experienced strange things as well. Before this was a semi-independent home, the occupants beforehand would report often seeing a faded little boy opening the back door and running up the stairs to the top floor and nobody knew what he was doing there or where he went as they were too scared to check it out.
I am too frightened to look in the mirror of a night time, I have to turn it around or cover it up but as I said, I can still feel that I am not alone. Although I don't experience things in this house I can still feel it.
If someone has any advice as to how to control my fear it would be much apprectiated as I am getting to the point where I can't stand being alone and the fear of being independent is killing me! I really feel like it's something to do with my sister, why these experiences are happening.