Here is my story. Let me start with saying I live in a town that has many ghost sightings and haunted places. Every house that I've lived in has been haunted from what I can tell.
Anyway, the house I currently live in an apartment in a nice little neighborhood. My landlord has told my father stories about the upstairs being haunted. Like things flying off tables, but nothing too bad. I have lived in this apartment for over 2 years and I still don't feel comfortable in it. When I first moved in, everything was fine. But within the first few months, strange things would happen. One summer day, I was home alone. It was just me and my dog. I went to use the bathroom. So I did my business and when I was about to walk out, the shower had turned on by itself. I stood there. Frozen. I opened the curtain, shut the water off, grabbed my dog and went outside until my Dad came home from work. My parents have been divorced for awhile so I packed my bags and asked if I could spend the next few nights at my mom's house. My Dad dropped me off at my mother's house. I didn't tell anyone what happened, not even my older brother.
Once school started, things settled down a little. Then at the end of May, I found out my best friend since the day I was born had died. She was also a family friend, so this was a huge impact on my entire family, not just me. The night I found out she died, I felt as though I was being watched everywhere I went. The next day I school I told my friend about it. She is very good with ghosts, for she has had a lot of experience with them. She asked me if I had gotten to say goodbye to my friend before she died. "Actually, no I didn't" I said. She was in New Hampshire when she died. So my friend said, "You felt like you were being watched cause she was there. She just wanted to say goodbye." That warmed my heart to know she was there to say goodbye.
Over the summer, I was at my Dad's house almost everyday. One day I was walking my dog. I walked past a car that had a lady sitting in there. She looked about 50 years old, long blonde hair. I kept walking, but something told me I should turn around. So I did. I looked in the car. Nobody was there. I know she didn't leave the car because I would have heard the door slam.
When school started again, I spent the night at my mom's house. I woke up around 2:30 am one night. I stood up and standing right in front of my face, was the lady I saw in the car. I screamed for my mother. She came upstairs, prayed, and put many bibles on the floor. She made me sleep downstairs that night. I see her a lot. In my dreams and in real life. I don't feel like she will hurt me though.
Anyway, so things were settling down lately and I thought everything would be fine. Then yesterday my brother, who is 15, walked up to me and said, "Why were in my room, watching me sleep this morning?" I said, "You're insane. What time did you see me 'watching you'?" He said "10 A.M." I was shocked. "Uh, I was asleep at 10 A.M. And we have been home alone all day" is what I said. My brother shrugged it off, but I can't get it off my mind.
I've been feeling like someone is watching me. And I know it is not my friend that died. Because this thing feels evil. I need help. Is this real, or am I going crazy? Thanks for reading, please comment below what you think!