Despite the fact my parents know my situation (check my bio), we've recently moved house, and have been there for about a month now. It is 135-years-old and is right next to a graveyard. I have tried to look for any history but found none. This past week I have noticed some odd goings on.
The first night, I woke up and could see a black figure at the end of my bed. It was the shape of a fully grown man. I wasn't sure what time it was but I didn't really care. It didn't feel like he was threatening me, so I just went back to sleep.
The next night I woke up and checked the time, it was 11 o'clock exactly. Suddenly I could hear a young girly giggling coming from my baby brother's room. I froze and just listened to this giggling for I'm not sure how long. In the end I fell asleep.
The next night I heard something much scarier. I woke up, again at 11 o'clock exactly. The kitchen is exactly beneath my bedroom so I could hear everything going on. I knew my parents were asleep because they were snoring. I could hear the sound of plates and everything from our cupboards being taken out and placed on the table. I knew it was plates and cutlery because I've laid the table enough times to know what it sounds like. Ker-lunk Ker-lunk. That was the noises, and the higher pitched sounds were the glasses and cutlery. This went on for about 10 minutes.
Then I heard them putting all the stuff back in the cupboards and closing the cupboard doors. I thought they had finished now and started to relax. But it wasn't over; I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, coming towards my door. I hid under the duvet and held my breath because I was so scared. But the footsteps went past my door and towards my parents' room. I lay there for another 10 minutes listening to the pacing footsteps going up and down the corridor past mine and my parents' rooms. Eventually they went back downstairs and started taking all the plates out again. I relaxed a little and forced myself to sleep. The next day I told my parents but they refused to believe me.
The next night (which was last night) nothing too bad happened. I had come back from a party early and it was just before 11. I ran upstairs not really wanting to be downstairs when the activity started again and got into bed. Like I expected I started to hear footsteps pacing in the kitchen. I was scared that they would come upstairs again, but they didn't so I just put in my earphones and went to sleep.
There's a row of three newly built houses next to me by the graveyard and I asked all the neighbors if they were experiencing things as well. They all said yes. I know my parents know this stuff is going on as well; they just don't want to admit it. I've seen black figures walking around at daytime occasionally, as well, but I've never really thought about it until now. I feel like I'm being watched all the time.
I'm really scared and dreading every night now, what can I do?