Around the time I started middle school, strange things started happening to me. During the time that my mother was married to her second husband, his grandmother died. Though, this may not seem very important to most people, it is in this case.
Once she died, my mothers CD player turned on by itself in about a 5-minute window after she actually passed. It played a song that was about not being saddened by someone's death; though I do not remember the song and neither does my mother, so I would not be able to tell you. But, what we found strange about this was that the CD player itself had been turned off, and the song that started playing wasn't the first song on the CD.
Not only did this happen, but after her death, the lights in our apartment started flashing and blowing out quite often; which had never happened before in said apartment. But, the strangest thing that occurred happened while I was lying on my mother's bed watching TV. My brothers were out at the park and my mother was in the kitchen and I heard this loud crash come from my mother's bathroom. I completely froze and just looked at the closed door and my mother rushed in and asked me what happened and all I could do was point to the bathroom and look at her. She proceeded to check out what had happened, and to our surprise, we found that her shelf full of angels had flown off of the wall and was now all the way at the tub, angel statues shattered across the bathroom floor.
After that, nothing really happened for a while. In this time, my mother remarried to her third husband, and we moved into an actual house about 3 miles from the apartment we used to reside in.
Everything seemed fine at first, until I began to wake up with bruises on my wrists resembling fingerprints. I was constantly being asked if I was being abused at home or bullied at school, to which all answers were, "no." I would fall asleep without them, and wake up with them.
At first, they didn't really scare me, it was more of a, "did you see that? Oh, you didn't? Okay then." And I left it at that. I told nobody but my mother, but she proceeded to tell my brothers who still continue to call me crazy for it.
But, since my mother didn't like the idea of me seeing these things, she had my papa (her father), who is a preacher, come and bless the house and myself with anointing oil. It worked for a about a month or two; but then, it came back slowly.
The bruises had stopped appearing, and I was seeing them less frequently. But, they began to get worse during high school. I saw them more often, and they seemed to bring a tinge of fear to me when I did see them.
By this point, my mother and step father thought that maybe we'd be able to see things around me if we took pictures. I wasn't really sure about this, thinking nothing would show up. So one night, which had quite clear skies, my mother and step father went out with me to the backyard and decided to take some pictures. Being me, I decided to joke around a bit and held out my arms like you would when putting an arm over your friends shoulder, and proceeded to say, "come here spirits, you guys want to take some pictures with me?" And so, my mother took three pictures, the first one, there were orbs of light around me, the second one they were still there (though seeming to separate a bit), and the third they seemed to be moving away.
Nothing really important happened after that time. But, once I graduated, they started appearing less. Though, I don't see them as much as I used to, when I do see them, they seem to try to attack me or scare me on purpose.
Example, when I visited my father's house in California for the summer of this year, one appeared in my bedroom by the door and ran at me, disappearing right before it could reach me.
Though, what I find strange is the fact that the only ones I see now are the shadow figures. Whenever I see them, I get a great amount of fear inside myself and recently, I've developed this feeling of paranoia where ever I go; it feels like something's watching me, and I just can't shake it.
Once I finally got the courage to tell my boyfriend about this, he proceeded to tell me about (if I remember correctly) a scientist that believed there is a shadow realm. And that 1 out of every 10, 000 children born each year are born of the shadow realm; and because of this, the people (the shadow figures) from the shadow realm come and try to take them back their entire lives, and they can't have you back until you die.
I'm not really sure if I believe this, because it obviously seems too far out of my own personal paranormal beliefs to be able to fathom that a realm like that would exist and that I would have something to do with it. But, if you happen to have more on that subject, if you believe that might be the case, I'm open to hear what you have to say. I really just want to know if it has anything to do with my mother's second husbands grandmother dying, or if it may be some kind of demon frenzy going on for me, or anything. I just want to know what is happening to me, seeing that as soon as we moved out of the apartment, nothing happened to my mother and things seemed to get worse for me. So, any comments/information/input is welcome and highly appreciated.