I've never asked for help on this website before, but this is one situation that I refuse to tolerate.
Here's the back-story:
My parents' house is a long, L-shaped outfit. The back half was added over the course of three years (1992 - 1995), and eventually housed four kids' bedrooms, and the schoolroom. We remodeled again in 2004, converting the attached garage into a movie theater, effectively elongating the back half of the house further.
Due to all of the remodeling, my parents' entire house is pretty much one long hallway, with rooms branching off to the sides, and one big living/kitchen/dining room area in the very front. Ever since I can remember, I've been terrified of the back half of this hallway, and so has my younger sister. Until recently, we haven't been able to properly articulate exactly what it is about the hallway that scares us, but for as long as I've lived in that house, I have never been in that hallway longer than was necessary. In fact, it's a common sight to see me sprinting up the back hallway in order to get to the front of the house. In fact, no one who enters the house likes that hallway at all.
When you're in the back of the house, it feels like there's something with you. I say something, not someone, because I don't necessarily feel like it's a person. It's just a thing, and it follows you and chases you down the hall. But it doesn't always do the same thing with every person. It follows my sister, but from a distance. It follows me as well, but it literally chases me, always feeling like its mere inches from my back, like it's going to grab my shoulder at any moment and drag me back with it.
My current problem began a few weeks ago, while I was staying at my parents' for the weekend to watch my younger sister. Now, I've been moved out for about 8 months, after having stayed with my parents for about a year, and while I was there I never felt anything like what's been happening recently.
Both nights I spent there, I felt an awful, terrifying sense of dread. The house is spooky at night with its long hallways and dark corners, but this felt different. I refused to expose my back when walking through the hallways at night, and I certainly wouldn't allow my daughter to roam the back half of the house without me, let alone stay in any one room alone. An unnatural fear trapped me in the large kitchen/living/dining room area the entire weekend.
At night, after my sister had gone to bed and I was ready to turn in as well, I would go into the guest bedroom, where my daughter slept in one of the two twin beds. Under normal circumstances, I would close the door behind me, take the other bed, and that would be that. This time, I couldn't help but feel this panic-inducing sense of fear take hold of me and tell me not to leave my daughter alone. After closing the door, I climbed in with her, tucked the blankets tightly around us, and tried desperately to fall asleep. I simply couldn't. Irrational as I felt it was, I got the sense that there was something right outside the bedroom door, very low to the ground, waiting for the chance to get in. I'm not a religious person, but I prayed anyway, and eventually I fell asleep praying. This happened both nights that I was there, the unseen force of fear unwavering. Always sitting outside the bedroom at night, keeping me from entering the back hallway during the day.
I've told my mother that I refuse to spend another night there, so this weekend, my younger sister came to stay at my apartment. Last night, after she left to go back home, I turned in for the night. My apartment is not at all scary; I've always felt perfectly safe and at home there. But last night, after I got into my bed and pulled the covers over my head (to get warmer faster), I started feeling uneasy. Very uneasy. Almost immediately, I tucked the covers beneath my feet, pulled them high over my head, and began to regulate my breathing, trying not to hyperventilate.
After maybe a minute or so of this, and feeling like the darkness was a solid thing trying to close in on me, a portion of the covers were yanked down about four inches, exposing the top of my head. Needless to say, I panicked. I started praying again, over and over and over, imagining a white light around me, trying to force away anything negative that was in the room. I wanted desperately to get up and grab my daughter from her bedroom to protect her from whatever this was, but I was literally petrified with terror. I tried to move my hands from their praying position, but I couldn't find the will to do so. I was, once again, trapped by fear. As with the last episode, I eventually fell asleep praying.
I'm concerned that whatever was lurking in my parents' house for all those years may have followed my sister into my home. I would dearly like to smudge my home to see if that helps, but I'm unfamiliar with the ritual. I feel a little insane saying this, but this thing seems to have it out for me, as I'm the only one it follows so closely, and certainly the only person it seems to be so attracted to (it follows everyone, but only chases and waits for me). I legitimately fear for my daughter as long as this is happening. Either this is something terrible that's bothering me, or there's something wrong with my head and I'm just paranoid.
Please let me know what you think; I'm desperate to stop this before it gets out of hand, and before my daughter is brought into it.