When I was about 9 years old I lived in these apartments and one night I was trying to fall asleep and then I noticed something. One pair of glowing, white, cat like eyes. I stared and stared at them until they eventually faded away. A few weeks later once again I had been trying to fall asleep and my sisters pom-poms had started to breathe. After several moments of staring at said pom-poms I decided that, unlike the glowing cat eyes, this would not go away so easily. So I jumped up and ran down the stairs (we use to live in a town house) and told my mom. When she came up stairs with me and flipped on the lights, the pom-poms had quit breathing.
A few months after that we moved to where I live now. A two bedroom two bathroom duplex in the southeast OKC. I have never felt comfortable living in this house. I have always felt like I was being watched. When me and my family of four (my dad, mom, me, and my sister) had looked at the house I did NOT, under any circumstances want to live there. But we ended up moving here anyway. One time we were eating dinner in the dining room and we heard a crashing sound, like something had been knocked around in my and my sisters bedroom. We went to check it out immediatly and found everything that had been sitting on our desk had been thrown on the floor.
A few weeks later I had been taking a bath and earlier my mom had been mopping in our bathroom but she had yet to put the mop back up. The mop was leaning against the wall in a corner oposite of the bathtub. Suddenly it tipped over and crashed on to the floor loudly. This scared me so much I just hopped out of the bathtub grabbed a towel and ran.
A couple months later about four weeks into seventh grade, I had a dream. It started out with me listening to my MP3 player laying in the door way of me and my sister's bedroom. Suddenly two elderly ghost appeared and said something I can't quite remember, but something tells me it was a warning. Anyways, even though they looked like really friendly ghosts they where still scary as hell. So I ran down the hall way to our dining room. As I was passing the bathroom I noticed the door was all boarded up. Behind all the wood boards something demonic and zombie like was flailing its arms like it was trying real hard to get out. Finally I ended up in the dining room where my dad was eating a salad. Then I woke up.
Whenever I take a shower I feel like I'm being watched and shadows move in the corners of my eyes. After I take a shower I usually look at the mirror that hangs just above our sink. That day was one of the rare days that Amber (my sister) had not ruined my only complete alone time. When I looked at mirror I found what looked like five claw marks going down vertically and four claw marks going down from a diagnal angle. Where the two claw marks met there was what looked like blood splatter. I tried to wipe it away but I just couldn't. One and a half months later it disappeared.