My whole life I've had something following me. At first I would just feel a presence around me but as I got older it worsened. I was 11 when I had my first actual contact with the entity. It was late one night when I decided to grab a drink, I opened by eyes and when I sat up I noticed my bed was surrounded by bugs. Cockroaches, spiders, and etc. Surrounded me. I was so terrified I couldn't move, I was frozen I couldn't even scream for help.
That happened many times from that day on and each time I would finally jump from my bed crying go to the bathroom, wash my face and grab something to try to kill the bugs with, but when I get back there's nothing. The next morning I would tell my mom but she would just say it was a dream, even tho I was awake.
We moved from Colorado to Ohio in about 2007. We moved into this nice house in a nice neighborhood located in Gahanna. As soon as I got there I felt like a force pulling me towards the house. I told my parents I didn't like the house and something felt wrong about it but the usual they just ignored me. So after a week everything was fine nothing happened even my 'dreams' stopped, I was glad we moved away and I thought everything was OK. Nothing lasts for long, because after the week the real hauntings began.
It was night around 8Pm and the whole family was down stairs, we were all enjoying and laughing when my mom's phone started ringing up stairs. I was around 12 then turning 13 in a couple of months the eldest of us 4. My mom told me to go get it for her, I got up and went up the stairs. I passed the first stair case without an issue but just I turned to climb the other stair case I felt something or someone apply force on me. It made it really hard to climb but I did it. My parents room was right across the stairs so I went in a fetched the phone, I felt someone was watching me so I turned and there it was a shadowy figure. I froze with fear, it walked back and ran really fast down the hall and into my room. I ran down the stairs trying not to look scared to my parents. I told my dad later that night and asked if I could sleep with my twin brother. I'm older than him by 5 minutes.
I told my siblings and my parents that there's a ghost in our house but they wouldn't believe me. My siblings finally saw what I saw one day. We were all in my twins room playing a game. The door was wide open and just like a flash of light the shadow passed across the hall into my room. I saw it and faced the door and pointed, "Guys look he just passed, I swear!" I said. But when I looked back they were all scared. Finally they had seen it, I was really excited. Suddenly they started pointing towards my back and when I looked there it was the shadow standing at the door. We screamed as loud as we could and our mom came running in but the shadow figure disappeared into my room. My mom asked what happened and we told here.
Coming from a Muslim family we believed that God didn't only create humans and animals and etc. But He also created another unseen entity called the Jinn. The Jinn was created before mankind and used to room the earth until they brought destruction on the earth so God had the angels kill them all unless they found a baby. They found a baby named Iblis which was raised by the angel and later became the devil we all know about. Anyways Jinn still exist some bad, some good. Everybody is born with a Jinn companion and he/she is usually the little voice you hear when you're trying to make a decision. To calm us down my mother told us that the shadow was her Jinn watching over us. We believed it and for a long time when we saw him we just called him by the name our mother taught us Oddey.
My siblings felt safe around him but I didn't. As I grew I would see him more often not like them which would just see a shadowy figure run across the hallway. I didn't see just a shadow anymore I would see a man with red eyes. I remember one as I was in my parents room looking for something in their cabinet, I looked up and saw something behind me through the mirror. It was old man with a hat and it was like I was in a trance. When I turn around there's nothing there and so I look back to the mirror I see there's blood I look at my hands and I'm bleeding. I look up at the mirror again terrified and confused and right behind me this time it's the man he opens his mouth and the mirror cracks. I screamed and my parents run in. They see the blood and the mirror which is cracked but it's still in place. There's writing and it says "I am not Oddey!"
My parents took me to an Islamic preacher and had an exorcism done on me. I told them I was not possessed but they didn't believe me. They had the house blessed but my dreams got worse after that. The entity whatever it was jinn or ghost started getting more physical. I would wake up feel someone choking me. I had hand imprints on my neck and would show my mom. Finally my parents took me to Africa because they thought I was still possessed and needed a more powerful exorcism.
I'm 20 now and the dreams have stopped but I'm not scared anymore, I actually want to talk to him and try to figure out what he is trying to tell me. I still see him but not as frequently as before.