So my story starts when I moved into a small town in Colorado. Ever since I was young I would feel things watching me, wind out of nowhere just pass by me, and noises. LOTS of noises. My parents have told me stories about when I was younger, they would see me talking to nothing! I even have memories of a little girl named Leslie. She was about 6-7 years old and had shoulder length curly brown hair. She was never mean or anything but she was always so sad. It made me feel bad so I tried my best to cheer her up. But I always thought she was just an imaginary friend. I grew out of her when I was about 8 (when I started going on play dates and such) but I always had the feeling that she was with me or just by me ALL the time. That stopped when I moved out of that house and moved into a new house in the same town (except the feeling that she was always with me).
There, I always feel watched. Even right now I do. And I always see things in the corner of my eyes. Just this morning when I was putting on my make up, I couldn't find my concealer. I left the room for just a SECOND and when I came back, it was right if front of my mirror. (I searched everywhere for it and I could not for my life find it.) I didn't really think anything of it. Then, when I opened my drawer to get a pair of jeans, I pulled out some pants and in the back was a nail polish bottle that I used about an hour before! That freaked me out enough to make me RUN down the stairs!
When I came home today, all the lights upstairs were on. Even the attic (the attic is on the ceiling). The door was cracked like someone had been up there. NO ONE goes up there by the way. So what the heck is going on?
One time, it was very very early in the morning, around 4:30 or so, I woke up because I was thirsty and went downstairs to get a drink. When I went back upstairs, the shower was on! I went to turn it off when I heard water turn on and the TV turn on downstairs so I turned off the shower and ran downstairs and saw all the lights on, TV on FULL blast, sink on, and my sister's toys playing over and over. I didn't know what to do! So I walked slowly to the living room and turned off the TV and everything else when I heard footsteps going up the stairs. I literally yelled out, "STOP IT RIGHT NOW! ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!" After that the footsteps stopped.
But I am so freaked out! What's going on?! Am I being haunted? Or is the house just haunted? Why can't these "ghosts" just leave me alone?