I am a 19 year old girl and I have been able to communicate with ghosts since I was little.
When I lived with my mom in Delaware at the age of 3 or 4, we had two ghosts that lived in my house. It was a grandmother and grandson. If someone was cooking in the kitchen, the grandmother would sweep through the kitchen and cabinets would open and spice would fly out. The front door which was right next to the stove would open and shut. The house we lived in was a two story house and I had to sleep downstairs with my parents. At night you could hear someone running up and down the stairs. Even though everyone was downstairs. I could see the boy and he and I were inseparable. His name was Bobby.
People would come over and we would tell them our house was haunted and when people wouldn't believe us, I would sit in one room and throw a ball into another. The ball would always roll back because Bobby would throw it back. I could be seen walking around with my hand out like I was holding someone hand. I would talk to him all day. I wish I could remember what he looked like. I think I was too young to be able to remember that. One day when I was five, Bobby and I were playing barbies and he didn't want to play anymore so I told him to go away and I never saw him or the grandmother again.
I am now living in South Carolina with my dad and his girlfriend. I have been here a month and since I have been here so many things keep happening. The first time I noticed anything was a week after I moved in. I was laying in bed and the wall that my bed was on is a connector to the room next to mine which no one stays in. We use it for storage. At night I would hear scratching and slow knocking. Other times I would hear people walking around in there or I would just hear loud footsteps and I would go out to see if my dad is up, but he isn't. I also hear a couple having a conversation. It's a man and woman. I heard it once when no one was home except for me. I would only hear it at night.
A week after this I was laying in bed watching a movie on my laptop and I was falling asleep. Until I feel a lean in the bed next to me. Like someone had just laid down next to me. It was so cold. I turned away from it and tried to imagine it wasn't happening. Then it warmed up and was gone. It lasted like 2 minutes.
I've had times where I would be laying in bed and it would feel like someone just took their hand and slapped the bed. One day I was walking out of my room and my fan just flew off of the table it was sitting on. I wasn't even near it when it did it and it flew a good few feet.
Another week later I was laying in bed and I usually sleep with a pillow under my knees. I had my sheet over my face and I was texting when I feel someone sit down on the corner of the pillow under my knees and felt them on the bed. For a second I thought it was dad, but my dad ALWAYS knocks before he enters my room and his girlfriend doesn't come in my room at all. I was freaked out, but I just closed my eyes and prayed until I went to sleep. This happened at exactly 3 am.
Last night I was sitting on the couch in my room and then from under my bed I hear plastic rustling. I have plastic on the box spring and it just started rustling and making noise. It was very slow. *rustle* 1 2 *rustle* 1 2 *rustle* it would do that for a minute then stop but it would start again another minute later.
I've been reading not to give spirits any communication back because you don't now what you're communicating with. When it was rustling my bed, I thought I'd try to just tell it to leave me alone. To go away. It rustled a couple more times and then stopped. I just want whatever this is to go away. It's just scaring me and I want to be able to sleep in my room and not be worried about what is in the room next to me or worrying if I'm going to see it. I can't walk into my room at night without feeling like someone is watching me. I constantly have to look over my shoulder because I feel like something is always standing a few feet behind me. I can't relax because it's always watching me. I think it loves causing me to squirm. I think it enjoys it.
Please help me. I just want to be able to breathe again.