Before I get started on my story, I want to tell you a little about myself. I am seventeen years old and live in Oregon with my mom, younger sister and my stepdad.
When I was younger I always felt like someone was following me around. This was about eleven years ago. As I got older I started to notice weird things, such as seeing strange shadows, to something touching me. As I got older these odd encounters started to become more violent and scary. Here's a couple of stories that I'm going to tell that I'm concerned about.
I have lived in this house for about four years now and I have always hated my room. It's always cold and one particular night I went upstairs to do my homework and stopped. It was an odd and terrifying moment. It was like my body, my soul was telling me to not go into my room. I had an urge to run!
Well that's not even the scary part. I went to bed that night and woke up from a deep sleep completely scared. It felt like someone was leaning over me. I was even afraid to breathe or to make a sound. I probably waited there for about two minutes until I had enough guts to look, but nothing was there.
The next day I went to school and I have a theatre class I take. We have a back room that has very dim lights and, well, as soon as I walked back there to get some nails, I had that same feeling again but I just thought it was my imagination or I was just getting scared that I was going into a dark room so I kept on walking. Then all of a sudden I felt this sharp pain on my hand. Well, that was it for me.
I took off and to this day I refuse to go back there alone, but anyway I looked at my hand when I finally calmed down and I saw this scratch mark. It was very close to bleeding, but it never did and this happened about a couple of weeks ago. I am very scared because I have never had an experience like this before.
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