I'll start off with a little background information. My grandmother has had our house since I can remember. When I was 5 years old my mother, older brother and I had to move in with Grandma because Mom was pregnant and we had nowhere else to go. Mom had my little brother within a few months of living with Grandma and about 3 years later we moved out and into our new home up the street. Mom then had my other little brother we went through a rough time again and when I was 17 years old we had to move back in with Grandma.
Well, in the time that we did not live with her, my uncle began building onto the house. He began a back extension and an extension upstairs but moved to Wyoming without finishing the house and Grandma won't let anyone else fix it. When we first moved back in when I went to the back part of the house I would get very uncomfortable like someone was watching me. Sometimes it would get so bad I would end up running back to the main part of the house. So when I turned 18 I moved out to get away from it. When I would come to visit I could feel tension in the back and when I got pregnant it was worse.
Things went downhill with my boyfriend so I ended up moving back in with Grandma and was sleeping on the couch. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would hear what sounded like footsteps upstairs (there was no one staying up there). About a year later I was still in here and had moved into a room in the back part of the house right outside the garage. I could still hear the footsteps upstairs and sometimes they would even come down the stairs and pace downstairs too. In August I began to be filled with fear when this would start happening I have no clue why.
One morning my boyfriend and I were getting up and he noticed that I had a HUGE bruise on my leg and pointed it out. I told him I had no clue what happened I just assumed that since I had my daughter I became very anemic so I might have hit it on something. A few days later the bruise lightened and I could see teeth marks in a perfect circle like someone had bitten me!
I tried joking about it until a few nights later I was in my room with my cat on my bed reading a book. My cat looked up at the ceiling then down and right back up again and arched his back, hissed then ran out of the room. That's when the footsteps started and I got scared but I figured I would stick it out this time. The footsteps got closer and closer to the stairs and I became filled more and more with fear so I began to pray. When I began praying the footsteps stopped then sounded like they ran down the stairs, in the garage, something hit my mom's car right outside my door, and stopped. I began praying harder and the air in my room became very thick until I couldn't breathe. I said, "Please protect me so I can get into the house" got up and ran. When I made it outside my door I could feel something chasing me when I made it into the old part of the house both my cats were going crazy hissing and growling.
I refused to go back in my room for 2 weeks and when I finally did go in there and take a nap one afternoon I had another experience. I woke up to what felt like someone pushing on my face, my whole body was buzzing, and my eyelids were being pushed open. When I was fully awake I realized I couldn't move or think or talk just breathe very shallow. About 5 minutes later it lifted and I got up and ran out of my room, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror my whole right cheek was red.
After that, none of us in the house wanted to go in the back part of the house it was like my fear had somehow made whatever is back there more strength. Whenever any of us hear footsteps or feels uncomfortable we always say my little buddy upstairs is acting up again.
I have no clue what to do I'm way to scared to sleep in my room or even take my daughter back there to get in the car! I don't let her walk back there for anything and if she does I freak out. Does anyone have any suggestions?
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