Just a little bit of background before I begin. This is my first time submitting a story on here so please keep it nice and professional. I will welcome all opinions and suggestions but nothing negative. This takes place between the years of 2008 - 2011. I am mashing up everything in the house into one story and will be glad to go into more detail if desired.
We had just moved from Florida to Virginia in a new house that no one had lived in before. The only owner before us had been finishing up the house when he just suddenly left. Which I didn't find weird until recently. Anyway, I always felt like someone was watching me in the house, whether it was downstairs, in my room, outside the house, day or night, didn't matter. My mom ran an in-home daycare during the day so I didn't spend much time inside the house because it was always noisy. When I was home, it just felt weird. I never liked being alone in the house.
Fast forward to when activity started. One day in the springtime, I was walking out of my room and looked up, the attic door was open. No one went in the attic; there was literally nothing in the attic. We stored everything in the garage so we didn't feel the need to go up there. I told my mom and she came up with the conclusion that the draft had blown it off. I didn't believe it but just accepted the story at the time because I couldn't come up with another explanation.
After that, I started hearing footsteps in the hallway. Not loud enough to be my stepdad but not soft enough to be my 11 year old brother. This started to freak me out because I would constantly look in the hall and no one would be there, no one would be in the bathroom, and no one would be awake. After a while I stopped checking and began sleeping with my iPod on.
After another year my mom decided to join a paranormal investigation team and then more trouble started. I started hearing more footsteps and children laughing. I did have four younger siblings living with me but they would always be asleep. After a while I told my mother what I was experiencing and she just brushed it off. It wasn't happening in her home.
After a while I moved out for a few months and then moved back in to save money to move to New Jersey. They gave my old room to my other sibling so I slept on the floor on an air mattress in my two younger siblings room. One night, I was feeling scared. I tried to brush it off as me being paranoid but it didn't go away. Eventually I fell asleep and the scariest moment of my life happened.
I was having a horrible dream. All I remember about it is that I was walking down a flight of really dark stairs and out of nowhere a small red and black demon came and tied me up with authentic rope, rolling me up and down like a yo-yo and squeezing the rope so tightly around my stomach that I could have popped. I tried waking myself up in my dream state but couldn't. I don't know how long I was dreaming but when I finally woke up, I sat up in bed horrified. I tried not to wake up my sisters but it was hard. They didn't, thankfully, but then I fell asleep. In the morning I went to us the bathroom and felt pain on my sides. I pulled up my shirt and saw rope marks and bruises on my sides, just like if I had literally experienced the dream. Thankfully I never experienced anything like that again but to this day it freaks me out.
I am submitting this story to see if anyone has any thoughts of what happened to me? Thanks for reading.