It was a week ago, August 4, 2012, when I began to notice some things that were off about my house. Everywhere I went I felt like was being watched. I had never felt like this before. When I brought it up to my parents and siblings, they thought I was joking. They didn't feel like this, and yet, while we were talking, I felt like there was something sitting on the floor next to my chair. I managed to ignore this feeling for several hours, but it suddenly began to intensify around 9 P.M. This began to freak me out, so I went to bed early, not wanting to feel like that anymore, but the feeling followed me to my room. It took me almost three hours to fall asleep, and even than my dreams were haunted by that feeling, almost like I could feel it watching me even when I was sleeping.
For the next week I kept getting that feeling, but eventually I got used to that feeling. I thought that maybe this had something to do with electromagnetic fields. I knew that some people were sensitive to them, and I wondered if this had anything to do with the fact that lately my family have been using a lot more electronics, such as our air conditioner, four laptops, three TV's in separate rooms, and several gaming systems. But that thought left my mind on August 11th.
It was around 9 P.M. Again, the time when the feeling of being watched seemed to intensify, and it was hot in the living room where I was watching T.V. I walked down into the basement to go and get an ice cream sandwich, but as I approached the freezer, I noticed something black on the wall. And it was moving.
I stood in one place, frozen in shock and not knowing what to do. I watched in shock as the black mass became larger, and it only took me a few more seconds to realize that something was actually walking out of the wall. After a few moments, the black mass had taken on the shape of a large man. Slowly, I backed away from this apparition, not knowing whether this was just a ghost, or a demonic entity, and I didn't really want to stay to find out. As I backed up, though, the apparition walked forward, keeping pace with me so that the distance between us stayed the same.
I backed up against the wall, too scared to make a break for the door in case this apparition attacked. I stared silently at the ghost, than noticed something odd. Whatever this thing was, it didn't feel angry, or evil. It actually felt sad. As I realized this, the black mass faded away to nothing, like smoke being blown away by the wind. I remained where I was for a few seconds, too frightened to move, than rushed back up the stairs out of the basement.
Somehow, I knew that whatever that apparition was, that was what had been watching me for the past week, but I wasn't scared of it anymore. I was merely curious, and even felt a small pang of pity for it. It seemed to be filled with sorrow, and wondered whether this was because for some reason he couldn't move on to the other side, or whether he was staying behind for a certain reason, but I knew, with my curiosity, I wouldn't let it be a mystery for too long. I would find a way to figure out why that ghost was so sad, somehow.
I think this may be someone who died in my house, possibly, who may be watching over me, but I also slightly believe this may be a malevolent being, and I'm curious about what other people think about this. I want to know whether I should be afraid of this being, or not.