This all started when I was only 4-5 years old. I used to hear scratching and bumps in my room and would have horrible nightmares, running into my grandparents' room in tears begging them not to make me go back into my room but of course they didn't believe me. The years went on and every once in a while I'd run to my grandparents' again, and again they wouldn't believe me.
I'm 13 years old now and I feel like I'm at a war with something that I can't see and the worst part is, I'm going through it alone. When I was only 9 years old, I had a nightmare that a shadow was chasing me. I woke up in tears, sobbing on my grandma's bed but she said to go turn my TV on in my room to calm me down. Just as I turned to do that I was mortally terrified to see a shadow figure in front of me of the shadow in my nightmare and I SWEAR to dear God on my life that this wasn't a human because I was standing facing thin air and this thing had no face yet it was almost nose to nose with me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped onto my parents' bed sobbing but they tried to say it was my brother Tate. THIS WAS NOT HIM! I actually saw my brother walk across the hallway after I screamed and by then the shadow was gone and, like I said, there was no one in the hallway at all.
When I was ten I tried to stand up to it by telling them that they had no right to treat me this way and that this was my home now and either they had to treat me with respect or leave. The next morning I awoke with three scratches on my chest and these weren't from me because my nails are clipped down to the skin and the marks were skinny like a cat and I don't have any cats. Also these were fairly deep and two were short and one in the middle was long.
After that things were pretty calm but I've never felt safe in my home to the point where once when I went to the basement alone to get my laundry, I felt so much like someone was watching me to the point where I ran at full speed upstairs and sat in my room crying and shaking. Another thing that was strange and unexplained is that I had a long thin mirror in my room that leaned against the wall behind my door and the first day I got it, it fell over when I slammed my door and it shattered right in the middle.
Now I know that could've been a coincidence but there's something else that no matter what can't be explained. I have a sister named Jade who died before I was born and would've been about 19 by now. Anyway, whenever my 4 year old cousin Amalie comes over she has an imaginary friend that she plays with who's her age and is a girl but that's not weird because we've all had one at a young age. But one day I noticed that she was talking to someone when she was in my room with me but she wasn't talking to me. I asked her who she was talking to and she said her friend. I thought she meant her girl imaginary one named Ella but when I asked her if it was her friend Ella she said, "No, Ella doesn't play with me a lot anymore cus she's busy." I asked her what was the name of the girl she was playing with and she said, "This one isn't a girl, it's a boy." I asked her what his name was and she said his name is Jade. Amalie has NO idea about my sister named Jade. My family didn't want her to know about it because how my sister died was sad. I didn't know where she got that name from so I asked her how old he was and she said he's Tate's age. Tate was 15 at the time. I asked her if her friend Ella knew Jade and she said, "Yes, but Ella doesn't like Jade cus she thinks he's mean." I decided to show her a picture of my sister Jade when she was a baby that my mother gave me and I told Amalie about Jade and asked her if her friend Jade knew my sister. She said, "Yes, but he doesn't like her, he's mean to her a lot."
I found it strange that she not only had an "imaginary friend" that she only talked to when she was in my room but that she was even able to say where he was and what he was doing at certain times. Like I would be sitting on my bed and I'd ask her where Jade was and she'd say something like, "He's sitting on your ceiling fan, now he's sitting next to you and he's staring at you." I couldn't help but feel like this "friend" of hers wasn't very friendly.
In my basement at my house I have an old pink Barbie telephone that's got the large pink phone that sits on the machine when it hangs up. The phone has only four different things that it's made to say. "Let's go to the mall after school"; "I'd like to play in the park on Friday"; "Let's have a picnic on Sunday"; and "Let's get together for a party." Amalie loves to play with it, but when she uses it she pretends to call her imaginary friends and talks to them. Now that's fairly normal but she was playing with it with me and I pressed the call button and the phone said, "I'd like to play with my sister tomorrow." I've had that phone since I was 2 years old and I'm 13 now and I'm positive that is not one of it's sentences. I even have a paper that has the sentences on it. I pressed the button again and it said, "I wish you would call more often." Again, not one of its sentences. When Amalie pressed them it would say, "You're my best friend"; "Let's play a game of hide and seek later."; "I love being your friend." It's weird and it worried me that it would talk like that.
Just last year I was in my room and my TV was off. I was playing my guitar when suddenly I heard something whisper in my ear saying Kahleah, in a boy's voice. My name is Kahleah and I was completely alone, I even felt its breath on my neck when it said that. It scared me to where I put my guitar down and sat on my bed shaking.
I hope that you guys believe me because no one seems to and I feel so alone.