I am 25 years old, now this happened when I was 15 years old. I had A LOT of stuff going on; including my father was taken to jail by the D.E.A. For things I'm not really sure of but I do know most of it was just lies put on him because he has had so many concussions he really has no memory of it. Anyways, this happened about 2 months after he left.
My family is pretty familiar with all things paranormal, on my mom's side, my great, great grandmother read tea leaves, my great grandmother just knew things about people before she was even introduced, my grandfather can read aura's, my mom can hear dead people (she used to be able to see them however she closed that door after an encounter/conversation with a friend's dead sibling.), and as for myself, I can hear people but I only see them when I'm asleep and when either myself or someone close to me in a time of need. Back to the story:
I was 15 years old, after my father was taken to prison my mom had a hard time with it, so to help her out my little sister and my little brother would take turns sleeping with her because my parents have been together FOREVER. Anyways, my sister and I normally shared a room but after my dad left she moved to the couch, I thought this was just because she missed our dad but soon after did I learn why I never was comfortable in our home anymore. Okay so where my old house sits is between 2 different grave yards (spooky already trust me I know!) The upper grave yard was so old a lot of the head stones no longer had writing on them (the oldest ones we could read were 1779); and the lower cemetery had newer head stones (1909 and up). Well on certain nights fog would roll up, normally no biggie until you look at where it goes; literally the fog would ONLY roll into our yard! We would always see stuff out the windows and kindly wave letting them know we saw them, respect them and let them know that this is our home now.
However, after my dad left things started getting weird. I would start hearing weird growls in my room, now mind you my sister was either sleeping on the couch or my mom's room and would not come into our bedroom unless it was during the day (she was 10 at the time so I thought nothing of it.) Anyways, I slowly starting to get crept out by my own room, I would constantly tell myself "STOP IT! You're 15 not 5, get over it and relax." Slowly the feeling started getting worse and worse to the point I wasn't able to sleep alone so I started having my dog sleep in my room with me. That's when it got worse. I would be lying in bed look at my closet (looks cliché I know) and I would see red eye's hear this primal growl that would shake me literally to my core. This went on for months I started getting depressed and cutting (my mom found out about it 2 years later, as I was still doing this.) but when my parents found out NO sharp things were allowed in my room period, not even tacks! Back to the story, the growling eventually started talking, just low growls and then screams of get out, my dog constantly growled or hid under my blanket with me because we were so scared. I didn't tell my mom for the longest time until one night it got so bad I saw my necklace (was one of those big chain ball necklaces) come out of my closet and start hitting my dog! She was so scared and I didn't want her hurt anymore so I screamed as loud as I could for it to stop, I commanded it "YOU WILL NO LONGER HURT MY DOG! THIS IS MY ROOM LEAVE!" Normally this would have been a great thing to do, however I think I just pissed in its cheerios! I woke up the next morning with a steak knife stabbed into my headboard and another one in my dresser drawer! Getting scared I yelled for my mom, after being lectured for an hour about the promise I made to have NOTHING sharp in my room I swore to her I didn't (we have a special thing we swear on so we know there is no lie there.) she turned white, I told her everything that had been going on and she was even more angry for me not telling her sooner!
She smudged my room and everything seemed fine for a while, and by a while I mean at least a month. Then it started up again, this time before things got as bad as they had before, I ran and told my mom, finally she had to have my aunt come and bless my room it was finally gone after that. However, I couldn't sleep in that room anymore, so I moved across the hall.
I know everyone on here has their own experiences and I appreciate everyone on here taking the time to share their stories, I will be sharing more soon. I was so happy to find a place where I can feel as if I am not alone in these happenings throughout my life.
Blessed be everyone!