So I'm still convinced this is a man. I haven't written anything in a while but what happened last night has really shaken me. I did what you guys said, "became tougher" or so to speak, and basically withdrew myself from any situation where he would usually come out.
I've been staying at my parents' house during study and things seemed to quiet down and I could actually get a full night sleep. Then things started happening again. I've left my room to walk down the the other end of the house at night to go to the toilet, and seen someone sitting in my mum's chair. Needless to say I just turned around and went straight back to bed. And prayed. Also, I have been experiencing some cold spots, but also hot spots (but I am not even sure if they have anything to do with the paranormal? Could someone answer that?)
Last night I had that feeling, like "tonight is going to be a fun night." I could feel the presence of something watching me. Like he was standing at the foot of my bed just waiting for the right moment. Goosebumps everywhere, shivers, so my mind started ticking. Then the cupboard door starts rattling. I jumped and just stared in shock. I checked the cupboards but nothing was in or outside of them that would cause it. That noise continued throughout the whole night.
Later it felt like I was being woken up by something. Like whoever it was didn't want me to go to sleep. I could picture it being like "hey...oi!...wakey wakey!".
So anyway, I was laying on my stomach flat out when I felt something touching my right foot. My heart skipped a beat and I just stayed there trying to ignore it. I could feel the sensation of almost electricity as what seemed like hands were getting a tight grip on my feet. They grasped my left foot and I could feel the sensation getting higher and higher. It was a fairly warm night so all I was sleeping in was bra and undies. The feeling reached the top of my thigh and I can safely say I was scared stiff. I couldn't move one inch. I couldn't grab the lamp, I had no voice, my heart was pounding out of my chest.
I don't think I've actually been that frightened in my life. I have not had the sensation of electricity before. I have tried communicating in nearly every way I can think of. I feel the need to find out this home's past, as that could give me some answers or guide me in the right direction. I'm tired. I need sleep. I don't need to be woken up every night by what I can describe as screaming whispers. Enough is just enough!
Do any of you's own digital recorders? Where did you's get them from? How much? I think I really need to get one... This man needs to be at peace and so do I!