Hey, I suppose I should introduce myself before I jump into the story. I'm Tara. As of current I am 13 years of age. Well, it all started one day in Maine.
If I remember correctly it was 2006. My family and I had just moved into a house on a lake. Granted I was always one to be scared of new houses. Something seemed very off about this one. When we moved in I had this feeling that someone was always watching me no matter what I was doing. Over the five years that I lived there I had several unexplainable occurrences. Before I go into this I must state that I am not a religious person in the least bit, nor is my family.
This one occurred every night. I would be in my room minding my own business. My room connected to a staircase. It was on the 2nd floor which had somewhat of a balcony on it that overlooked the living room on the floor below. Hanging in said hallway... Thing was a lamp. This lamp was very old and overall just creepy. Now this one may sound stupid but... Here we go. The lamp always made a shadow that look like a women in a Victorian gown with an axe in her hand. Funny thing is that NO ONE BUT MYSELF COULD SEE IT. When I asked my mother if she could see it she would reply with "What? It looks like a regular light shadow to me." Another weird thing about that was every time I saw it I got this gut feeling that something wasn't right. It seemed to change positions too, as if it was alive. It felt like it was staring at me... It just didn't feel right.
As a younger child I didn't have much of an imagination at all. I was always serious and realistic. I never had 'weird' or 'scary' dreams before I moved into that house. One of the ones I can recall scared the living daylight out of me. The house was 3 floors high, the basement was carpeted and everything. It was not really a basement. In the dream it was all centered around the bathtub downstairs. It was about a woman who was drowned in the tub by her husband with hot scolding water filling it. The police would then show up, and blood would be EVERYWHERE. I cannot recall much more so this is going to be vague. The last scene from the dream was the husband with a new girlfriend smirking evilly in front of her grave. Next to him I could see her ghost smiling down at him as if she had forgiven him. The other dream I had was of my school class and I taking a trip to the beach. I swam out to far, and got pulled to my death by what I can only describe as a giant squid. I ended up drowning. After this dream I would awake almost instantly. One of these times I saw the ghost of a boy leaning over me smiling. The boy was completely blue, and partly transparent. I could have imagined it... As I said I'm not exactly sure. Sorry if this part sounded silly, but I think it ties into this somehow.
Before my family and I moved in my room belonged to a little girl of 6 or 7. When I moved in a doll was sitting on a chair in the room. It was the only piece of furniture in the place. It was made or porcelain had black hair and deep brown eyes. I added it to my collection or porcelain dolls. After about a week I started to get an overwhelming creepy feeling coming of all of them, not just the one doll. So, I put them away. Time after time after that I would hear a little girls voice, but I had no idea of what she was saying.
Those are my experiences dating over the 5 years I lived in that house. Some important information you might need to know is that my dad was a drunk. He would get drunk almost every night and beat my mom. One time he almost choked her to death but I pulled him off her. He went to jail multiple times, but always did the same thing when he got out. I got into many fights with him both verbally, and physically. MY mother didn't have the courage to stand up to him. We moved out because the house was foreclosed on. After this I became depressed. Bullying at school added to my distress and soon things took a turn for the worst for me in general.
As of now I've moved into a new house. Its small and cozy. This is 2 floors and the basement again is carpeted and like a normal floor. This one is old. It was built in 1960. In the basement there are 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and like a boiler room that's like an actual basement. On the first floor there is a living room which is connected to the kitchen and dining room. There are like 4 steps that lead to my bedroom, my parents bedroom, an office, and a bathroom. In this house my experiences have been much more severe, and odd.
When I first moved here it felt like a normal house, and I loved it. Over the next few months it got somewhat gloomy, and that watching feeling came back. Instead of just being there this time it makes me nervous, but excites me. Almost immediately I started having dreams about a black-haired blue-eyed boy. In the dreams it would be a blur of an event. Fire, smoke, screaming, and the face of said boy. I started having dreams about ghosts, and haunted houses as well. When I woke up from one it felt like someone was choking me. I couldn't move or scream. As this happened I heard a breathy chuckle. After 20 or so seconds it went away. I immediately ran from my room. That time period I was in pure terror. And no, its not Sleep Paralysis. I was tested for it after this occurrence when I told my mom. After that I was, and still am to scared to go back into my room. Whenever I go in there for clothes or something I always get a gloomy feeling of not being welcome. So, as of now I sleep in a chair in the living room.
I would like to say a few months after this I started cutting, and having thoughts of suicide. Bullying escalated. I hated myself. I just wanted it all to end. My father is better but still gets drunk sometimes, and when he does something gives me the strength to keep him away from my mom at all costs.
Now this happened two nights in a row. I was sitting at my dining room table drawing, listening to music, and singing. To be more specific. I was listening to rock. Black Veil Bries, Falling In Reverse, Skillet, bands like that. I went into a daze, and just let my hands do whatever. When I looked down it was this picture of a boy that was skin and bones with hair covering half of his face. It looked as if said person was next to me peering down with a smirk on his face. After I looked down my gut dropped, and I got a feeling of danger. I was terrified. Immediately I shot up from my seat, and ran to the living room. It was around 11:30 pm. Everyone was asleep but me. I threw myself into the chair, and started yelling things like "Leave me alone!" or "Don't hurt me!" Behind the chair I was sitting in was a glass door. Every time I pass it at night I get a feeling of dread, and uneasiness. Just that gut feeling. This happened the next night as well. This experience happened 3 nights ago on Friday and Saturday night.
The latest experience was last night, well one that's worth noting. I couldn't sleep because I was afraid. Of what? I have no clue. I just got a bad feeling. Slowly a cool air formed around me, and it felt like someone was holding my hand. I then heard a faint, breathy whisper in my left ear. It was deep like a mans voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying. Slowly after that the feeling of being afraid was gone, and I felt protected. Soon after I fell asleep. Today I have a feeling of someone following me. Its like a cold air that's always behind me.
Now here are some details that may, or may not, be important.
I must say that this stuff has always happened to me.
My mother also told my that being psychic runs in my family. A while after I moved into my current house I found a journal of a man. It looked to be about 30 years old. It talked about him starting a novel...rape...betrayal.
I just now heard a faint growl behind me.
My dogs always bark at thin air.
I sometimes see a figure of a man, only its black and as soon as I catch sight of it vanishes in thin air.
A month or two back when I was about to cut it felt like someone was pleading for me not to do it. I didn't listen and I made one cut. After that the cold came over me, and I calmed down. That very day I threw my knife away, and stopped cutting.
Music, drawing, singing, and dancing (Though I suck at it) are my life, and the only things that make me happy. When I listen to music, draw, dance, and especially when I sing weird things seem to happen.
Thank you for listening to my stories. I have more but I will save those for another time. Any feedback would be appreciated. By the way, I have never felt like a 13 year old. I feel, look, act, and have more intelligence than a 13 year old. Don't make my age change your opinion of what may be going on. I'm sorry if you think I'm some stupid kid. But all of his did happen, and still is.