When I was 9, my parents divorced, and my mom bought a house across town. I don't remember much about the house at that age (it was almost 11 years ago), and I spent most of my time outside.
When I turned 12 or 13, I don't remember specifically, I started feeling very strange in my bedroom. It was almost like I was in a separate building from the house. I'd hear strange sounds from each corner of the room. I brushed it off as paranoia for a while, but after about a year, I started noticing even more strange things.
I always felt like something was following me. I'd always look over my shoulder. It didn't matter where I was whether it be in the house or in Walmart. When I was in the house, everything felt very dark. I'd hear strange sounds going down the hallway and in the kitchen. There would be times the pantry door would fly open, and cans would fall to the ground. I tried to let my family know, but they'd just laugh it off.
Every time I was in my bedroom, I would get this strange feeling again. After a couple of years I called it the isolation room. But that didn't hold true when I turned 16. My bedroom door opened one night, and I had this sick feeling that something dark and evil came in and made its home in my closet.
My closet was one of those small closets that had the folding doors. So when they'd fly open and shut again, it wasn't a draft. My bed faced my closet, and at night I'd see a strange figure in the back corner of my closet. I'd start having dreams about a hellish figure emerging from my closet and trying to grab me. When I'd wake up, my closet doors would be open when I knew I had shut them.
I remember nights sitting in my room with my headphones in listening to music. My light would randomly shut off. My light switch wouldn't move, and the bulb wouldn't be blown. I'd get a strange feeling that something was at the end of my bed. It's like I could see it in my head. It had a sickening smile, and I'd feel nauseous and have to run from my room.
When I turned 19, I moved in with my boyfriend. I felt free for the first time in years. That was until a few months into living together. His closet was like my old one. And one night I was trying to sleep (alone, he worked nights) when the closet doors slammed open. I sat up and heard something whisper "Do you believe in the devil?" And after a few moments of silence, it whispered "You should!" All of the lights came on, and at the end of my bed stood the hellish figure with the sickening smile. I screamed, shut my eyes, and kept screaming until my boyfriend came home (it was only 5 or 10 minutes since it was really late). He told me the front, back, and garage doors were open and every light was on.
I'm now almost 20, we live in an apartment now, and just a few nights ago my closet door opened by itself. I'm terrified, and we have thought about calling in investigators. Something is following me and living in my closet.