My story is long, but I'll make it short. It starts when I'm a child and my parents moved into a house. You could feel the pressure in the air. We shortly found out the house was haunted with me being it's victim. I saw my blanket float like someone was under it and heard a window break, but found out in the morning it wasn't. When we moved out I thought it was over, but that is not the end.
Fast forward to eighteen years old, I was attacked by a demon in the worst way in a different house. It held me down. I was chased up the stairs and heard voices in a different language.
When I finally moved out I was happy. But still didn't help. The place I moved to had a basement and used to be a funeral home. I couldn't go into the basement alone. I kept seeing shadows and even saw a young man dressed all in black.
I finally moved out on my own and for a short time it was peaceful. Then it started again. First it messed with my cat. Then it decided to stay put. It stayed this way on and off for years. I would be held down then I would get free. Then it would stop only to happen months later.
Finally it got to its peak. I was sitting on the couch and the voices were bombarding me. They were saying get out. So I went to bed. I immediately started having nightmares of sea monsters only to see my apartment. That's when I was thrown out of bed, thrown around like a rag doll and bitten on my leg. I woke on my couch only to find a bite.
So one to two weeks later I was almost dragged out of bed and I immediately stopped it. I went to a friends apartment scared. What's going on? What should I do?