I had a traumatic event take place when I was around 17, but certain things have been going on a lot longer. I would say, since I was around the age of 4 from what my family has told me.
The first experience I had that I can fully remember was right after my long time family friend's husband's funeral. He had died of a heart attack the week before (At the time I lived in California and I was 9). I was having a rough time coping with his death as we were all very close and he was a wonderful man so my grandparents whom had custody of me let me sleep on the couch they had in their bedroom, which also had an adjoining bathroom that also had another door on the other side leading into the kitchen.
I woke up and saw him clear as day standing in the doorway to the bathroom and smiling. Because I had just woken up I was having trouble processing what I was actually seeing so I believed it to be my grandfather, but then I realized he was snoring away in his bed right next to my grandmother. I had to squint to be able to tell it was the man who we had just buried not even 2 days before. He turned away from me when I sat up and was gone. I felt this was his only way to say goodbye to me. I still cry thinking of this event as this is probably the last time I'll see him in my entire life.
Between this and my next memorable experience I had seen plenty of things just walking down to the street to the corner mart with friends to get some candy, which we did daily. I had seen animals walking around that couldn't have possibly still been alive. Even a few people just stumbling around and then as soon as I turn to look at them directly have vanished.
When I was 12 we than moved to South Carolina and bought a house that was built in the 1950s from the daughter of a woman whose mother had just passed away and her father had been long deceased. The first experience I had ever had there was hearing footsteps coming from the attic at night while everyone was asleep and an ominous feeling that I was being watched and followed no matter where I went in that house, whether it is in the house or on the property itself.
Once while walking around outside with headphones in and my iPod nano in my pocket, a large black dog had started to chase me down and when I looked back to see if it was still chasing after me it was gone. Not too long after this me, my sister, and a friend had heard someone talking in our basement only to find it empty. There was a loud booming sound that sent us running back upstairs instantly. We had also found a very old necklace in my bedroom one day and it had gone missing not too long after we had found it.
A few years after this me and one my friends were the only one in the house when the toilet flushed of its own accord. Then we heard footsteps coming towards my bedroom. We took of outside and didn't come back inside for hours until the rest of my family had come home. During those hours we would hear someone knock on the windows and a few times we even saw someone looking out at us. Another time we looked inside and saw a dark shadow standing in front of the mirror that was opposite the window. Small experiences I won't mention since this will be a long story anyways happened in the following years until I turned 17. I had a very traumatic experience where someone had tried to end my life and I ended up having to defend myself, killing this person in the process which, even though totally justified, I am not proud of. And I won't go into the details of mine and this man's relationship here.
After this I felt like I was being watched almost constantly and always had a feeling that someone or something was after me and I was told that was PTSD which I can admit is possible, even until now but I'm 100% sure myself that is not the issue. I moved in with my boyfriend when I was 19 and never really had too many problems at his house besides a few odd things happening like my razor falling from its usual perch in the shower. After breaking things off with him after 3 years I started dating someone I had been friends with for the past 2 years.
We moved in together into an apartment and all I ever felt there was an ominous feeling. But then we moved into the apartment we live in now and even weirder things have begun to happen besides just these feelings and things moving of their own accord and doors opening all on their own.
While investigating these strange occurrences my sister saw a dark shadow move across one of the bedrooms, but I didn't see this as I was still in the hallway. Her EMF reader and my PKE detector were going absolutely wild. I will also mention that in my apartment there are what appears to be blood spatter on the ceiling that the managers have tried to cover but keeps coming through and a poorly patched bullet hole in one of our cabinet doors. About 6 months after moving in I had this dream I will never forget and still scares me beyond anything else I have ever experienced. And I will go ahead and mention that me and my sister shared this dream that night.
I was watching her 2 boys (one is 2 and the other is 1) and the youngest had died while in my care. Not sure how. All of a sudden his corpse was walking around and acting just like his older brother, even had the same eye colour. The oldest' are green and the youngest' are brown. I called my sister and told her what was happening and she came over. I went to check on the older of the 2 boys and when I saw him I stopped cold. His eyes were a dirty yellow colour and all I felt was evil coming off of him. I woke up terrified and couldn't go back to sleep.
Lately though, for the past few days, I've been feeling an even more ominous presence around me that has been keeping me up at night and I am scared to death of it. Out of the corner of my eye just yesterday I saw the man who had attempted to murder me out of the corner of my eye and felt like I was being watched or followed. I have this feeling all the time now and I'm pretty sure this is who this entity is and I'm not sure whether to be worried or shrug it off. HELP