Ever since I was a young child, I have been terrified of the unexplained. I would see shadows and hear footsteps in my kitchen, bedroom, and guest bedroom. I would tell my parents what I would hear and see, but they always told me it was nothing but my imagination.
As I got older and into my teen years, I realized that what I was experiencing wasn't my imagination. One day, I was sitting in my room doing homework on my computer and my doorknob started to shake as if someone was trying to come in. I said it was unlocked about five times before I realized no one was there. I walked though my house to find that I was home alone. I brushed off the incident and went back to doing my homework. Five minutes later, the same thing happened. I jumped off my bed and ran outside the house and didn't go back in until my older sister got home.
I was really freaked out by the experience, but I told myself that it didn't hurt me in any way so there is no reason for me to be afraid. I went to my sister's room which was in our basement. We were the only ones home since my parents were shopping out of town and my older brother moved out three years ago. We sat on her couch and told each other about our days until we heard someone walking around in our kitchen upstairs. We both looked at each other in shock. It sounded like someone was slowly walking around in heavy boots. We both ran upstairs to investigate but found that no one was there.
About a week later, I was sleeping on my couch in the living room. I woke up to someone breathing on my face. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow-like figure leaning over me. I could tell it was a teenage boy by the size he was. He had dark brown hair and a strand of it was covering his eye. I started to shake and I began to panic.
I was terrified to go to sleep because I didn't want to wake up to the same thing I had the night before. I went over to my friend's house and stayed the night there. We both fell fast asleep, that was until I woke up to something very cold touching my legs. I opened my eyes to see that there was a perfect butt print on the blanket, the same spot where I felt the coldness. I yanked my feet up to my chest and went back to sleep.
Almost every night, I am woken up by this teenager who seems to be about the same age as me. Sometimes I feel him actually brushing my hair back or even kissing my cheek. It freaks me out sometimes, but I do feel like he's not going to hurt me. I'm actually communicating to him more often, and I'm not scared of my experiences with him anymore. I think this experience actually made me realize not all ghosts are bad, but not all ghosts are nice either.