It was 2011, I was in fifth grade at the time. We had just moved to Alabama from North Carolina. We arrived in Phenix City, a small town right on the border of Alabama and Georgia next to Columbus. I walked into the house, it was beautiful with a nice fireplace, Jacuzzi bathtub, outback pool, open kitchen, and best of all, enough bedrooms for me to have my own, yay.
I always spent about an hour or more hooking my dog Hudson up on his leash and walking him around on our porch, which wrapped around the entire house.
That night, I remember waking up around midnight, to this day I still don't know what woke me. All I remember was being extremely scared. I got out of bed and slowly walked out to the hallway leading to the living room. All of a sudden, a weird feeling came over me; I felt like I was being watched- from all directions! I sprint to my mother's room and slept there for the night.
About a month or so later, I was sitting in my room writing a song, I was a very creative kid. And out of nowhere (and this may sound clichè), I heard a loud moaning sound coming from the ceiling. I stupidly looked around through my window thinking it was something outside, then it happened again- louder this time. I immediately ran out of the room.
For a full month after that, I slept on the couch in the living room. I was watching TV one day and I noticed a shadow come across the TV. I quickly turned around, it was my mother's boyfriend outside pacing as he was smoking. As you can imagine, I was extremely relieved. A week later the same thing happened, I turned around to see my mother's boyfriend outside again.
After about five times of this happening, I saw the shadow once more, I assumed it was my mother's boyfriend, but I still turned around anyway, but this time, there was no one, Jimmy (the boyfriend) had left earlier to go to Walmart and my mother was in the bathroom on the opposite side of the house.
The happenings didn't stop there. A week later, I was laying on the couch watching the upside down show on Nick Jr (which was a show that isn't aired anymore) and the couch shook. It had felt like something heavy had bumped into it, I assumed it was Hudson, he was a big dog, a Great Dane Catalouah hound mix, so he was pretty heavy. I reached my hand out on the other side of the sofa to pet him, when to my dismay and surprise, he wasn't there. I looked back to see only the back of the couch and the shaggy carpet.
Towards the end of 2011 in September, we moved to another part of Alabama about 30 minutes away from Phenix City. It is now December 2, 2015. And I have not had one paranormal happening happen to me since then.