Growing up, my family moved around a lot, and my dad would come in and out of our lives. I used to think it was because my daddy kept hurting mommy. It wasn't until recently while I was visiting home for the holidays that I found out the real reason why we moved so consistently.
Before I delve into the revelation, my history needs to be discussed. It's important for you to know that from my childhood, to present day, I have been exposed to paranormal occurrences on a fairly regular basis. When I say paranormal occurrences, I'm referring to visual, physical and verbal contact with what I believe to be spirits or a variety of entities from the paranormal realm. I rarely speak about these happenings with anyone - especially not my family - for fear of being deemed crazy.
I want to discuss a particular spirit who has been - for lack of a better word - haunting me for as long as I can remember. I have seen this man dozens of times throughout my life and I didn't understand why he was following me. He appears to be mid-forties, Caucasian, dressed casually, and wearing a red baseball cap. In no way does he look particularly menacing; however, he still scares the shiat out of me.
Recently, I moved into a house with two of my best friends and things have been getting a little strange around here. My roommates have been complaining about loud noises, misplaced items, and closing/opening doors. A few weeks ago, I was out of town visiting friends for a couple days. During my visit, I kept receiving text messages from both roommates who were detailing some creepy events that were taking place in our house. When I returned from my trip, they told me that they kept finding my belongings sprawled throughout the house, and they could hear a man saying "Billy" at random intervals. Guess what folks, my name is Billy. At that point, I was feeling very uneasy.
Fast forward to my visit home for the holidays. It's Christmas Eve, I'm with my mom, brother and sister, and we are playing games, drinking wine, and catching up. I decide to tell them about what has been happening at my house. As I'm talking, I'm getting drunker, and I decided to tell them all of my paranormal experiences. As I'm talking about the man who I referenced above, I commented on his appearance and when I mentioned the red hat, my Mom shot my older sister a knowing, yet concerned, look. Seeing that I caught the silent exchange between the two of them, my Mom starts explaining the reason behind the look.
She told me that she knew the man who I described, and that his name was Billy, and he was a friend of hers. He died of a heart attack, but I was too young to remember him. She also told me that he wore a red baseball hat all of the time, and that is how she knew who I was referring to in my story. She then went on to say that he had been following her, and that is why we moved around all of the time. Eventually, she realized her efforts were futile, and that moving wasn't helping. Apparently my sister had seen him from time to time.
I'm writing this story in hopes that some of you can help me understand why this is happening to me in particular. As far as I am aware, I have never held any personal ties to Billy. I'm starting to question whether or not that my mom's relationship with Billy was more romantic rather than friendly; otherwise, what interest does he have in following us. Is there anything I can do to make it stop?