From the time I was 12 until I was 19, I lived in a house that was fairly far out in the country; our closest neighbors were over a mile away and most of our backyard consisted of a heavily wooded mountain.
That being said, when I first moved there I wasn't afraid to stay home alone when my mom went to work and my dad took my brother out for a fishing trip; that was, until I had my first experience in my home.
I was walking from my bedroom (which was at the far end of the house) to our kitchen, when I suddenly felt the need to stop dead in my tracks in our living room. I stood there for a second, before every door (including doors to the outside and cabinet doors) came open at the exact same time. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day on the phone with a friend.
As strange as that was, I brushed it off, until the nightmares started. Several months after the door incident, I began to have dreams of a man I'd never seen in my life. He would always stand in our kitchen and turn to glare at me and tell me I didn't belong here, before turning to completely face me, revealing a shirt covered in blood. Those nightmares continued for nearly two years before we had a power outage (which wasn't uncommon in the area I lived in) and I woke up, hearing someone saying my name and feeling a hand around my wrist. I shook my wrist, trying to get free from the phantom hand to no avail, until I finally yelled for Lady (my Miniature Australian Shepherd) to come to the kitchen with me. The hand finally let go, and I ran to sleep in the living room.
I continued to have experiences in this house (including seeing two children and waking up to someone sighing in my ear) until I moved. Can anyone explain this to me? Why was I the only one they targeted?