Because I was so young, I don't really remember the start of something haunting me. All I have from my early childhood is the stories my mother and grandmother have told me. My grandmother never believed in anything paranormal because she thought that there always had to be a logical explanation for so called "hauntings". She kept to that belief until my mother and I moved in with her. We moved in with her when I was about 4 years old.
In the words of my grandmother, I had a very productive imagination. I had, what they thought, was just an imaginary friend like any other kid. (Keep in mind I'm retelling this story from my grandma's point of view.) There was one summer day that slightly changed my grandma's skepticism. I was outside playing on the swing and talking to my imaginary friend, which seemed normal until my grandma noticed that the swing beside me was slowly rocking with me.
It was a hot summer day and there was absolutely no wind, so she came outside to see what was going on. As she approached, the swing stopped and she got a sudden rush of cold. She brushed off that feeling and brought me inside. I apparently told her that she upset my friend.
A day after this occurred, something a little more drastic happened. I was playing in my room, and my mom and grandma were sitting the living room watching TV. All of a sudden I came out of my room, screaming "Mad Man! Mad Man!". I ran passed the living room, and straight into the kitchen. Alarmed, my mom and grandma followed behind me, but before they got a chance to ask what was going on, the couch flew forward like someone pushed it out of anger.
At the time, we had a dog named Buckey, and when this happened he started to bark in the direction of the couch but quickly stopped and began to cower backwards with his tail between his legs and a slight whimper. I never talked to my imaginary friend after that day.
Nothing happened after that until I was 13. My mom and I moved in with my dad by then. I woke up one night to get a drink of water, and as I stood there I felt a something brush up against my shoulder. I turned my head in that direction, and as soon as I did that something that sounded like an older man, screamed my name right beside me. I dropped my glass and ran to my parents' room. My dad didn't believe me but he let me stay in their room for the night. I stayed awake for awhile trying to understand what had just happened, but eventually I decided that it was just my imagination.
I'm 16 now and the only things I experience frequently are whispers and the feeling that someone is watching me. I'm pretty sure it's just my over-active imagination that's been screwing with me though. Or I'm crazy. I just thought I would share my story because I'm hoping that other people have experienced that same things.