So this starts out when I was about 8 in Fountain Colorado... I laid awake on my side one night in the living room "camping out" and felt incredibly uneasy and had a cold tingly sensation when it felt like someone had just touched my shoulder. No one was around so I brushed it off. A couple of weeks later, I was in the living room when my sister started screaming and ran behind me down the stairs and threw herself into a corner sobbing hysterically saying something talked to her in her room. I honestly didn't believe her.
We ended up moving to Alamogordo New Mexico when I was about 11. Sometimes doors would slam and seeing as my grandma had passed away right after we moved there, we all just laughed it off and said grandma was letting us know she was there. Little things here and there nothing big so it never really seemed like anything to me.
Fast forward to 16. I got married very young, mainly to just get away from my parents and me and my husband found out I was pregnant about a week later. The day after finding out about the baby, we found a place of our own to move into (we were living with his mom. We thought things were falling into place. When we moved into the home there was a storage shed out back and the landlord said the previous people moved out and left most of their stuff and that anything we found we could have. We found these matching pink and blue stuffed animal pigs that were also piggy banks. Everytime you dropped a coin in it made a cute little sound. Things changed after that. One of the piggy banks would go off at all times of the night randomly, things started moving. One day I threw out a box of lucky charms and the next day, it was back in the cabinet still empty. Random bags of marijuana would appear and my husband had quit smoking since I found out I was pregnant and I was almost always with him so I knew it wasn't him. Our back door would be open every single morning, still locked. Every night I would pull the door as hard as I could to make sure it was shut... I'd even push on it... IT WAS SHUT. But it was always locked and open in the morning.
One night I felt really uneasy and couldn't sleep and we had a blacklight in our bedroom by the door. I laid awake looking at it when I heard a noise. The doorknob starting turning and slowly the bedroom door opened. I woke my husband and he went to investigate but there was nothing. I went to the restroom one night and heard a man's voice say "hey" like it was right next to me clear as day. Shortly after that I lost our baby and we moved out. Nothing happened for years.
We ended up getting pregnant again and about a month after finding out I was pregnant we split up and ended up getting a divorce. The last time he saw our daughter he said he took pictures of her and saw weird things in them. Like a white spot. The same spot in the same area in every picture he took of her. She is almost 3 now and sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night and just stares at the wall and laughs uncontrollably for about an hour. In the pitch dark... Just laughs... Her toys are constantly going off by themselves and about 8 months ago in the middle of the night I woke to a loud crash noise. When I went in the living room a shelf on the wall had fallen off, but the anchors holding it up were still in tact. It was like someone had picked it up off the bars and dropped it. I'm starting to believe something is following me.