My dad worked for Bureau of Indian Affairs so we lived in Government housing. I'm not sure how old the houses where, but I always had this uneasy feeling like I was being watched in that house and that I was never completely alone.
Growing up in that house as a child I was afraid, I felt like something was going to happen, and that is probably why it seemed to bother me more than anyone else. Because I felt it, I felt something was there, even if no one else did or acknowledged it.
The first thing I felt in that house was someone watching me while I slept. I would wake up with my forehead tickling like someone was staring at me. I would look around but no one would be there, so I started sleeping with my face covered up. Then, I would hear strange noises throughout the house that made me very paranoid and, of course, made my imagination go wild. After awhile I started sleeping with my parents until probably the fifth grade.
One night, for some strange reason, I was scared so I wanted sleep in my parents' room but they locked me out, so I just sat in the hallway, looking down it afraid and suddenly I decided that I'm not going to be afraid anymore, I'm going to go to bed and if something happens, it happens. I turned off the light, left the door open, lay beside my sister on the queen bed and covered my face.
After awhile, as I was about to drift off to sleep, I felt someone grab my face and shake it violently. It woke me up and I immediately took the covers off my face to see who it was. I fully expected to see my sister there, mad about something, but she was still asleep beside me on the bed. I know it couldn't have been her, I would have felt her get back into bed. I got up fast to turn on the light and to look under the bed, but no one was there. I looked down the hall -- everyone's door was closed. If it was anyone else in the house I'm sure I would have heard them. You can't make a move in this house without being heard due to the squeaky floor and loud doors. I decided to leave the light on this time, but I shut the door and calm myself by praying; eventually, I fell asleep.
The first time I ever saw something in that house was trippy! It was winter and my parents couldn't afford to put propane in so we all had to sleep in the same room with heaters. All of us kids where sleeping on mattresses on the floor and my parents were asleep on their bed.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and turned over onto my side and I saw my mother standing by the window looking at me. She smiled and waved her hand like wanted me to come to her. I shook my head no and then I noticed movement where my mom usually sleeps, so I glanced their and it's my mother still asleep their and that thing is not her. So I start screaming, crying, and trying not to look at this thing, but it stays there until my parents wake up so I rush and switch on the light. I just start freaking and have like a major melt down. My poor little mind just couldn't understand what the hell just happened! I cannot go back to sleep until it's light out.
I don't think my parents took me seriously until a few days later after my mom has this dream where she's going up to heaven, down to hell, and back up again. It's at that exact moment my little brother wakes her up because he's scared and she freaks out on him. My dad has to pull her off my brother and wake her up.
My parents tell our preacher about those two incidents and he tells them that my mom probably could have died that night if my little brother didn't wake her up, and that I saw her soul roaming before then. At first, I believed it, but after seeing doppelgangers of other people in that house, including one of myself, I don't believe it. I believe there was something paranormal in that house that could mimic people. I will post more stories of those other incidents another time.