Years ago in the late 70's, on the outskirts of Rocky Mount NC. Down West Mount Dr., not too far from the four corners store (some call this area Sandy Cross Roads) me and my family used to live there in an very old house. This is a very peaceful place in the day but at night you would think that all devils in hell have broke loose in our house, I can't even think of just one time of having a good night's rest in this house.
Me growing up as a child was very hard because I was born, or should I say, blessed with an spiritual eyesight and could see spirits any time day or night, and I feel that somehow they're drawn to me because everywhere I go, somehow I always seem to run into one and they are always lurking and peeping around corners. Every night in this house was hell for me because there was always crazy sounds of something in the loft at night, and in the kitchen it would sound as though something was jumping from the loft onto the floor.
That was annoying to me, one night when I heard this sound, I went to see if I could see anything just to see a black cat sitting on the table, we did not own one, scared to death, I ran off screaming telling my parents about the cat in the kitchen. They thought I was telling a tale. This sound of someone jumping from the loft in the kitchen went on every night when every one was sleeping, some nights I would go to bed early because I knew that when every one else go to sleep, I was always the one that could not sleep and I liked getting my nap first because at night, it seemed like my six sense would kick in and my spiritual eye would open up.
The last night I can remember in this creepy old house, was me seeing the black cat jumping from the loft and seeing it walk slowly to my room, I remember being scared and covering my head and seeing the cat leap on to the bed I was in. Looking at him through the sheet seeing his shadow, I began to shake with fear, the cat jumped back down to the floor, I thought it was over just for this cat to transform into a skinny old man with one of those old pot hats on, you know the old long one. I can remember shaking even more as my teeth began to knock and covering my head again, just for this man to come stand over me, fondling and tickling my body from the other side of the sheet. I began to wetting the bed. All I can remember was blacking out and waking up the next day scared, that was my last night spent on West Mount Dr. in Rocky, Mount NC.
To this day I still have spooky encounters. I have been scared so much in my youth until now, it's just a thing I'm not scared anymore.