I have seen things all around me that no one else can ever see but me for as long as I remember. For most of my life the things I have always seen have been black shadow-like figures. Well, I shouldn't say shadow-like, cause they are always solid black. All of them... Except for two. I used to only see little things, like a fluffy cat that would appear, trot around a corner then it would just be gone. I was so young that I really didn't pay it any attention and just thought of it as normal and that everyone saw that kind of stuff. But once I got a bit older, it got worse.
By the time I was in 7th grade, I was seeing adults. Sometimes when I was sitting in my living room playing with toys I would look up to the hall upstairs and leaning on the banister was a woman with long wavy hair and a long fancy dress. That was the first time that when I saw something, it scared me. I didn't tell my mom, I don't know why.
Next I saw a man in a jean jacket and a trucker hat, he would stand there as I passed by in the hall. That's all they ever did, stand there and look at me. The same goes with the man in a bowler hat, and the man with slicked back hair.
When I hit the middle of 8th grade... It all went down hill. I wasn't too scared. I had come to terms with what I saw and that most of my dreams came true. I could handle that. But, I should have known it would get worse. And it did.
Every night, a white greyish colored thing, it was about 4 feet tall, crouched over like a frog or a gorilla, it had black eyes and a very wide smile, you could see all the teeth and it was all wrinkled. It would crouch by my door, look at me for a second, then all of a sudden come running at me like a crazy wild animal. But right before it half way crossed the room, it disappeared. It would happen every night. I had become accustomed to it coming to terrify me every night. Only once did it make it half way crossed the room. In fact, it went all the way to my bed, putting its face about a foot away from mine. I screamed. And that was the last night it ever happened.
I told you all of this to tell you about what is happening right now. A new black figure is here, but this one is different... It is tall, about 6 feet tall. It has clawed hands, small horns, and terrifying, dead white eyes. The eyes... They scare me the most. But I believe there is two or three of whatever they are. Most of the time it has red eyes, or none (black), and sometimes the white.
These black figure (s) are different than the black figures from before. They could touch me. And they did. The first time my friend spent the night something grabbed her arm, forcing me to tell her about all of this. But that was freshmen year. My sophomore year was kind of quiet, nothing really happened. But then my junior year... I had gotten out of the shower, I didn't even really touch my legs, or even shave them. But there was scratches down my legs.
About a week later I was plugging something in and when I stood up and turned around I knew it was behind me. When I say behind me, I mean its body almost pressed to mine, and it put one arm around me and stroked my cheek with its other. It wasn't out of affection, more like possession. Like a way to say "You're mine." I freaked out and ran away.
I am a senior at Reynolds High School in Fairview Oregon now and I see the "whatever it is" still, along with those figures who never touched me, including a white figure who never touches me. I'm trying to research white eyed demons to see what it could be but all I am getting is Supernatural the TV show fan sights. I am likely to give up and let what is happening happen like I used to.
So...that's my real ghost/demon/I don't know what story.