Mischievous Ghost Haunting My Bedroom

I, at the moment of writing this, am sixteen years old and have lived in the same house with my parents my entire life. We live in the house my father grew up in, a house of at least seventy years old in the suburbs surrounding Chicago. I know for a fact that my grandfather on my dad's side of the family passed away in our driveway in his car after having a heart attack, but am not aware of any other deaths. I, personally, have always been drawn to supernatural occurrences and ghost stories, but have never truly considered any of this to be real. I am agnostic, but definitely lean more towards being atheist, so I don't blame just any strange events on ghosts or spirits.

Despite this, I have been having some strange experiences lately. We're having an addition put onto our house, so I have moved into my parents' old bedroom while they get something new across the hall. I have always felt a little uneasy in this bedroom, but figured it was just because it's a dark room. It has dark oak floors and pretty dark walls, which I plan to paint something a bit lighter. My parents have told me that when I was a baby I would sit outside of the room and stare into it, intently like I was watching something. Other than that, I have never found anything strange about that room, until now.

When I first moved in, all I had was a mattress on the floor. Within the first week of sleeping in here, I woke up with a pretty large cut near the corner of my eye. Weeks later, it has left a pink, depressed scar, so I can only reason that it must have been fairly deep. There was nothing sharp around me, I checked. I had the door closed, so neither of our two dogs could have come in. The only explanation I had was a centipede that scared the heck out of me after waking up. Centipedes don't cut you though, despite my irrational fears of them. When my parents saw, they figured I just scratched myself in my sleep. It was a deep cut though, my nails aren't too long and something like that probably would have woken me up.

A few weeks later I had a lucid dream, which I have a lot of, so that's completely normal where I was being held down. I woke up in a panic and heard a little girl singing, it was just a few notes, then it stopped. I know this was real because I remember how terrified I had become and got up and opened my door all the way.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for a little over a month after that. Now I'm almost completely settled into my new bedroom.

Last Saturday I was doing homework, when a sudden feeling came over me. It was a very strange feeling. I just felt odd. I got up from what I was doing and just laid in bed for over twenty minutes staring at the ceiling. This is when my dog started scratching at the door and growling obsessively, my dad let her in and she walked around then stared at nothing. I snapped out of it and she left.

My dog hates me, since I was her original trainer and used a collar that she didn't like since she couldn't pull on her leash. I was the only one who used it, so now she associates me with being evil. She never comes into my bedroom or acknowledges my existence, so her even coming into my room was a big deal. Lately, she's been coming in several times a day, every day, basically walking around, then leaving. It's like she's checking up on something. It's weird. Apparently she even does it when I'm not home.

I woke up the other day with my phone, which I use as my alarm clock, being moved to another space across the room. It's a new phone, and I found my old one in its place. It's like they just swapped places. I know for a fact that I had my new phone with me, as my old one is factory reset and selling on eBay. Why does this matter? I'm very worrisome about everything, so make sure every night that I have my phone right next to me and the alarm is on full volume, usually a few times just because I want to make sure it's there and I won't wake up late the next day. Also, all of my pictures were deleted. You can only do that with a passcode. It could have been hacked into, but that doesn't explain why it was moved.

That same day I came home to find my TV turned on. The remote control is in my closet, in a drawer. To be honest, I don't think anyone knows where I even keep it. I'm very organized, but I'm sure not many people keep their remotes in their closet. The power button is hidden in a very odd place on the side, you probably wouldn't know where it was if it wasn't yours, but I'm sure someone could have turned it on. I asked around, and apparently no one touched it. Maybe it was the construction workers, but why would they turn on my TV, then leave? It's colors were also completely inverted, which was creepy. I'm sure that could be explained by some sort of malfunction, but still.

Anyway, lately I have been feeling more and more uncomfortable in this room. It always feels like there are a pair of eyes watching me. I have a little trouble sleeping at night and when I do sleep, I either don't have any dreams or they are terrifying nightmares. This comes from someone who dreams vividly every night and can remember what it was that I dreamed of months later.

I have a few theories, either I'm very stressed out and a little crazy, something is haunting me, or a dresser I just bought from a thrift store is possessed. It's probably not the dresser though, I just got that last week and I've been having problems much longer than that.

I'd really like to know what you think and will keep you updated if anything else happens. I honestly have no idea if there is something here. Would there be any way to get rid of it, like with sage or something? Please let me know what your opinion on my situation is.