My story, continued.
After seeing that dark figure in my sister's room, I sat awake, wondering what it was. I knew it was after me that night, but I couldn't figure out why...
My sister ended up moving out a few years later after that experience. She lives at her college campus with a few of her friends. My parents ended up making her room into my dad's office so my dad no longer had to dwell in the basement office. Every night and day I hear things moving around in his office. I hear his cabinets moving and I hear typing on his computer. I hear his chair moving around the room and I always think that my dad is in there, but every time I open that door, no one is there.
I had my friend Brittany over one night. She doesn't believe in spirits what so ever. She told me that she thinks they are just a figment of people's imagination. But when I had her sleep over my house, she thought very differently. She said that in the middle of the night, someone took her covers off of her, sat down on her bed and started yelling at her saying "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" "WHY IS THE COMPUTER ON?" "WHO ARE YOU?". Me and Brittany were the only two people in that house that day because my parents left to the cape and when she looked over at me, I was dead asleep. The same thing happened to my friend Jamie who was a non believer. Even strange things happened to my BOYFRIEND who didn't even believe in the word spirit. We were sleeping next to each other at my house and he felt something lift up his leg, then he felt pressure in his thigh and then his leg dropped on the bed. I actually woke up to him screaming and telling me that this was the last time he would ever sleep at my house.
My spirits have ruined many sleep overs for me. And all of my friends who were once non believers, now believe in everything they hear just because of me...
I feel like they have been trying to tell me something. I normally never sleep walk. But on February 9th, 2011, I ended up sleep walking into my BASEMENT! It was pitch dark down there and I woke up. I reached out my hands, trying to feel around me and all I could feel was walls. I screamed on the top of my lungs and started crying because I am terrified of the dark. I had to calm myself down and as I started feeling around me, I felt the basement stairs on my feet. I started walking up the stairs and finally approached my living room. I couldn't sleep all night after that had happened to me. The next morning, I asked my mom why she didn't come down to the basement to help me. She told me that she never heard my screams. All she heard was the basement door open, then shut and about 20 minutes later she heard it open again and she saw the light in the living room was turned on and then she heard the door shut again. But she NEVER heard my screams. Neither did my dad.
Every night brings a new beginning for me. More and more questions run through my mind. "who are they?" "what do they want from me?" "who is that little girl?" "what happened here?".
I sat down one day, alone in my room. I turned off my light, sat on the floor and asked that little girl to approach me. I guess it wasn't dark enough because I could not see her. I could only hear her whispering to me. I couldn't make out any of the words. And that's when I decided to move to the basement. I sat in my dad's old office downstairs and called the spirits to me. The lights started flashing. I felt a horrible presence with me. I asked the spirits to show themselves. I heard the clock in his office start ticking really loudly. But nothing happened... I got impatient and started to walk upstairs, and as I walked by the area where my dad's tools are, the table that his tools are on, started shaking like someone was moving it. I ran upstairs in a terror.
When I got upstairs, the fans were turned on high. All of the clocks around the house were ticking very loudly. My dog that once had her collar on, was now taken off of her and she was shaking really badly like something had spooked her... And I yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?". In a response, I heard a loud Growl and then laughing. I ran outside and started to cry. I felt a very negative presence with me.
As I walked back into the kitchen, I made myself a glass of water. I hear someone say "are you my american angel?" "I found my american angel". I looked around the house and no one was there. It sounded like my mom's voice. It wasn't my mom... My mom was at work at the time... I then decided to ignore it and go to the bathroom. In the bathroom I heard someone ask me "what time is it?" I responded, thinking it was my dad. But I walked out of the bathroom, and no one was there.
All I want to know is why are these things happening to me and how do I help these poor spirits cross over? I am scared of my own house. I am scared to sleep at night. I am scared to watch tv in the living room. I'm scared to cook because I constantly feel like someone is in the dining room staring at me... I'm even scared to take a shower. Obviously I do, and when I am in the shower, I sing to try and clear my head. I can't do it anymore... I don't want to be scared anymore...