At the moment I am having a hard time. I recently moved out of my family home, lost almost all of the members of my family, taking some of my GCSE'S, getting crap from me real dad and my epilepsy is playing up. I am under a lot of pressure as I am having to attend court to convict a member of my family for abusing me. So there is a lot going on.
One night, I decided to tidy my bedroom as it was in such a state. Everything was put away and everything on the top of the dressing table was neatly pushed to the back. So I got into bed as I had school the next day, and I could sense that something was not right. It was as if there was someone in the room with me. But I just ignored it, because at the time, I didn't believe in ghosts. So, I was lying there, and all of a sudden, everything on my dressing table flew off. My first reaction was that my cat was in my room. So I got up to get him out... But he wasn't in there. And there is no way he could have escaped because my door was closed. So I once again put everything that was now on the floor away again. As I got back into bed, the feeling of someone being there was still there. I looked at my ceiling and I thought as if I could see someone looking at me, but I just thought I was hallucinating. So, eventually, I fell asleep.
At about 12.30am, I woke up unable to breathe. It felt as if I was being strangled. I attempted to get up out of bed, but I couldn't. Something was holding me down and my face was getting redder. Eventually, whatever was stopping me from breathing went, and I went to the bathroom to find me neck was bright red. So I went back to bed, covered myself in my bed covers so I was hidden (why that would help me, I don't know) and fell back to sleep.
I woke again at about 2am with my arm aching. I was sore and hurt. So I went to the toilet to pee and noticed I had a hand mark on my arm. When I told my friend about this, he said that you do things to yourself in the night. But this couldn't have been me. The handprint on my arm had nail marks... But I bite my nails?
Last night I felt as if I was being constantly watched over, and as I was just settling down, I heard what sounded like someone stepping on the rubbish bag near my door. Once again, I thought it was just my cat. But my cat wasn't in there? The only explanation I can think of is there is a ghost in my room. For what purpose, I don't know. I just hope its not a bad reason.