I've been reading stories on this website on and off for years. I've now decided to join and share my story in hopes that maybe someone else has had the same experiences or can help shed some light on what's happening.
I'll provide some background information first. I'm currently 17 years old. I have lived in the same house my entire life. My family built our home almost 40 years ago and no one has lived in this house other than us. No one has died here either. We live in the middle of a large farm. I'm not sure if people have died on the property, other than my grandfather who passed away peacefully in a separate house on our property nearly 5 years ago. I have been rescuing animals my whole life so there have been a fair amount of animals passing away over the years.
As far as I can remember I've always had an uneasy feeling around my house, especially at night. I know that's typical of young children but in all other aspects of life I was a very fearless child so this uneasy fear was out of character for me. For the sake of clarity, when I say "uneasy" I mean that feeling of someone watching you or being near you, where you're anxious and just can't get comfortable. It was (and still is) a feeling of someone standing behind me, normally when I'm by myself. I used to feel as if something was with me all the time. I always wanted my bed in the corner of my bedroom (I've lived in 4/5 of the bedrooms in the house) so that the headboard and one side of the bed would be against the wall, so I knew nothing could be behind me and then I only had to watch two sides.
When I was much younger, I had constant nightmares. Every single night I had a nightmare. My home life was good, I was never allowed to watch horror movies or anything of that sort. I was never exposed to anything horrific that would've influenced my dreams. I had nightmares about being chased, beaten, killed, etc. There were lots of scary ghost and demon-like figures even though I had never seen movies with things like this. I don't have any possible explanations for it.
On two occasions, both occurring when I was 4-5 years old, I saw what my brother and I referred to as the green hand. The first time was in the bedroom I shared with my brother. It was the middle of the night and my brother was asleep but I woke up for whatever reason. I sat there for a second but had a really horrible feeling of dread. I was not afraid of the dark or "things going bump in the night". I tried to go back to sleep but I contemplated waking my brother up because I felt so awful. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, there was what appeared to be a green hand shaped figure on the top of the wall near the ceiling. It moved around a bit and I spent a second trying to figure out what it could be. It moved towards me so I shut my eyes and when I opened them, it was gone. I am positive I was not asleep.
The next time this happened I had fallen asleep in my parents' room which was right next to the bedroom where the first incident took place. Their bed faces a vanity with a large mirror. I woke up because of my dad's snoring and saw the green hand in the mirror. I turned to wake my mom up but when I looked back it was gone. It has not happened since.
Talking about it later, my brother (he is a little over a year older than me) told me he used to see the green hand too. It would always disappear if we closed our eyes. We tried to figure out if maybe there was something making a reflection that caused it but we couldn't find anything that would've done it.
In that same bedroom, when I was around 6-7 years old, I couldn't fall asleep because of the same feeling of dread. I sat in bed and played on my GameBoy. My bed was against the wall in a corner and I was leaning against the wall. I suddenly felt like someone had grabbed my sides from behind and I jumped and screamed. I could feel where the hands had been on my sides for several minutes after, but there were no marks. I wondered if maybe I started to fall asleep and slumped over which would explain the sensation on my sides but I know I was very much awake. It was not very late (late for us kids, but my parents and older half-brothers were likely still awake) and I was not tired.
I would swear sometimes I could hear my name very faintly being whispered when I was in a quiet room by myself. On my window, there'd be handprints on the outside of the glass but you couldn't reach it from outside without a ladder.
My older half-brother at the time, I later found out, was very interested and involved with Satanic things and Ouija boards, out of interest and stupid teenage curiosity.
Now, the dread feeling and the uneasy fear has become a normal part of my life. It doesn't freak me out as much as it used to. My current room is the room my older half-brother lived in before he moved out. Oddly enough, it is the bedroom I have felt the safest in. I don't get the sense of unease in here much at all. This is the room I come to to escape the uneasy feeling I get in the rest of the house. I get an especially weird feeling from the hallway leading from my bedroom across past the guest room, bathroom, and leading to my brother's room which was once my now-deceased grandfather's room. As I said before, he died in a different house on the property, not this bedroom. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder before I am in my room and close the door.
Other weird things happen too. I still see shadowy figures out of the corner of my eye, normally in the hallways or when I'm sitting in the kitchen and I see them dash by in the hallway. In our dining room, there are double sliding glass doors leading to a deck. A few months ago, I was walking past somewhat late at night and saw a figure on the deck wave to me. I waved back assuming it was my brother. My parents were both in bed. When I went upstairs, I heard my brother playing a video game and talking to his friends in his room. I turned around and looked down the stairs out the sliding glass doors but the figure was gone. My brother couldn't have come in without me hearing him and he would've had to walk past me on the stairs to get to his room.
I'm much more open to non-paranormal explanations or possibilities but this also could very well be paranormal. I'm not sure how to handle it either way. All I know is that nothing feels malicious but it'd be so much more comfortable living without this great unease. Thank you in advance to anyone who can help or offer advice.