When I was 11 years old, my father had told me that my family was going to move to a new location. Now, my father got a promotion for his job, so it was required for us to all move together. But, I didn't like the idea of moving. But, we did anyways. Before we got our house, we needed a place to stay. So, my Aunt and Uncle let us stay with them, in Traverse City, Michigan, since they had some extra rooms for us. Right now, I had not encountered any ghosts or anything. No sightings. Nothing. But, as time went on, I did.
Finally we got our new house. I was 12 years old now; spent a whole year in my Aunt and Uncle's house. I was used to the whole "new house" thing, but I was still uneasy about it. This house gave me an odd feeling. Like something wasn't quite right. This house had a basement, the main floor, a second floor, and even an attic (but we barely even used the attic). We began to slowly unpack our boxes. Then, night fell.
My father had set up my bed. Now, my bed is a bunk bed and I always slept on the top. I always felt safer when I could look down at the floor. This was the first night I would sleep in the new house. The lights were turned off and silence spread through my room, the only sound was my quiet, even breathing. Then, all of a sudden, I felt like I wasn't alone. I felt like there was someone else there with me. I opened my eyes and looked around, squinting to help my eyes adjust to the darkness. I saw no one, so I dismissed it as just my 12 year old brain not being used to the new room. I rolled over and faced the wall.
I began to doze off again. Soon after, it felt like something - or someone - had sat on my mattress. I still do not know if it was my imagination or actually a ghost.
I am 17 years old now. I had just moved again from Traverse City, Michigan to Roscommon, Michigan. This house I live in now, it's... It's different. I have been getting a lot more activity than the previous house. I do not know if I'm being followed, or this is a new spirit of some sort that just likes to mess with me.
On the weekends, my parents leave me home alone. They go grocery shopping or run other errands up town. I sit in the living room and read my books. But soon, I hear little things happen in my house. Sometimes, I hear stuff come from the loft in our living room. Please note that when I'm home alone, all of my pets are always by me; either at my feet or on the couch. Sometimes, I try to dismiss the noises as a small animal that managed to get in the walls, but these noises turn from scratching to tapping.
I have to resist the urge to call out those silly questions like "Who's there?" and "Hello?", because I know that no one else is here. Just me and my pets at my feet. I stay quiet and listen. The tapping eventually stops.
One time, I was walking to my room and I swear I heard someone running after me. I was actually scared. I whipped myself around, but I saw no one. The strange thing is though, I felt a presence behind me every time and then a soft brush of cold are move across my face. I would always ask myself "Why me?" No one else in my family, who lived in my house, was being picked on or taunted. Just me.
This ghost/spirit/entity would poke my shoulder, like some one who is trying to get the attention of someone else. Note that I am always alone when the tap on my shoulder occurs. I would always look over my shoulder to see who it was, but I did in vain. No one would be there. This happens constantly.
It is turning into tapping my shoulder, then saying my name. "It" only says my name if I ignore the tapping on my shoulder. I would hear my name being called in a quiet whisper, slightly cut off like the person or thing is struggling to say it.
I wish to investigate further, but I lack the proper skills/ability and equipment to do so... What should I do?