This story consists of multiple paranormal experiences that happened to me between the years of about 1998-2004, when I was a teenager growing up in a small town in Upstate New York.
At nine years old, my mother and step-father purchased an empty lot in Upstate New York and built a house on it. As I got older, I was always outside and explored the woods around my new house. Now, this was upstate New York, and the area I lived in was extremely rural. I should preface this story by letting you know in the woods behind my house, I found the rusted out frame of a car, an old well, many old soda cans that looked like they came from the 1970's and other various types of garbage, which to me serves as evidence of someone possibly living on the land prior to my house being built. It is unknown whether there was a pre-existing home in those woods that had since been destroyed, or maybe people just went back there to party/hang out in the 1970's-1980's. Due to my age, I was unable to conduct proper research at the time.
During these teenage years, I could never shake the feeling of being watched by SOMEONE, almost every day and every night in my house. It got to a point where I actually got used to it and convinced that it was in my head. At numerous times, day or night, I would be watching TV or on the computer and see this quick flash of a black silhouette darting past me as if running at a high rate of speed. It often made me snap my head around to see what it was, only to find nothing there. I'll never forget one night in particular, when I was laying on my side trying to go to sleep, the feeling of being watched was so strong I was convinced if I turned around I would see someone. Let it be noted since moving out of that house upon graduating high school, the feeling of being watched and seeing the "black silhouettes" have completely gone away.
My first true unexplainable experience happened one night when I was roughly 13-14 years old. I woke up at around 3:00am, and I saw what appeared to be my mother leaning against the doorway to my bedroom. This figure, which I thought to be my mom, then said very clearly "Come with me, I want to show you something." In my tired mind at 3:00am, I said no, I want to go back to bed and show me tomorrow. It never even dawned on me how odd this was until I woke up the next morning. When I did wake up the next morning, I asked my mom what the heck she needed to show me at 3:00am. My mom, confused, said that she never got up last night, and she never came to my room. Readers please note: This is the one and only time this occurred: I am not a vivid dreamer, I do not lucid dream, and I do not suffer from night terrors. Neither does my mom.
The second unexplainable experience happened at around the same age. Let me begin by saying in addition to seeing the "black figures" dart past my eyes on a daily basis, I was PETRIFIED of our basement at nighttime. I cannot explain why, as I was not scared of any other parts of the house at night. My sister, who was six years younger than me, shared the exact same dream as me while we were living in the house. On separate nights, we both had a dream that we were standing at the top of the stairs to the basement, and for some reason we threw a ball down the stairs leading to the basement, which was not lighted but pitch black. An unknown and unseen entity threw the ball back at us. Overwhelmed with the feeling of fear, we woke up from the dream. When my sister had this dream, she did not know I had the same dream. It wasn't until years later we happened to be talking about the house and its hauntings and I brought up the dream, which she confirmed having the same exact one without any differences. As a side note, my sister was completely terrified of sleeping alone at night in her bedroom, and was constantly seeing "black figures" in her room. This continued well into her teenage years, not just a "child who is afraid of the dark". To this day, she really will not discuss the things she used to see in her old bedroom.
The third unexplainable experience that I will discuss occurred one morning when I was waking up for school. At the time, my mother made the awesome decision to set up our computer in the basement. Why? I'll never know. Anyway, this particular morning when I opened the door to walk down the stairs to the basement, I could see a rocking chair we had down there slowly rocking back and forth like someone was sitting on it. Was it my imagination? No it was not. My mother was wide awake and standing right next to me and saw the same exact thing. No one was in the basement at this time, and there was no break in of any kind. I swear on my life what I am telling you is the 100% truth.
I have come to believe that something evil resided in the basement of my childhood home. My family went through many difficult times while we lived in that house, and my mother suffered the worst of it. Severe depression, which led to an awful divorce and the dissolution of our family. I had many other dreams while living in that house, which involved my mother either being sucked into the basement by the unseen entity or simply going through severe pain and suffering. Either way, I'm glad we all got out. Thanks for reading, and I welcome anyone's comments about what could have been living in that house.
PS - As a side note, my mother told me years and years later that she used to have a friend who practiced witchcraft. When she found out the friend practiced witchcraft, my mother tried to distance herself from the friend which led to a falling out between them. It is unknown whether this has to do with the paranormal experiences, but it did happen around the same time frame.