Every since I was little I always had the feeling I was being watched like I was never alone. Recently over the years it's only gotten worse.
Half my life I've always seen a woman in a long white dress around my house and judging by what my mom has told me it could be my grandmother. She died by a exploding blood vain in her brain there was nothing the doctors could do and she died a slow and painful way. My mom tells me I'm a lot like her, the thing is I never got to meet her she died a year and a day before my birthday. That still shocks me to this day. I'm not sure if it's her though because I've never seen the figure's face.
Then recently a few months back I use to see a little boy maybe 7 or 8 years old and he'd always be by or behind something. I took a photo once because my dogs were barking at my porch door. When I examined the photo I realized in the bottom right corner of the window you could see a little boys face slightly pale skin, short black hair, and sad blue eyes.
And ever since my pregnant aunt moved in my family will hear a baby crying in the storage room next to our bedrooms.
My grandpa told me when he was a boy the house next door use to be the doctor's house and supposedly a few people died there but I'm not sure what to believe.
Then ever since my 15th birthday I've begun to see a tall shadow figure anywhere I go. I'll go on dates with my boyfriend now and I'll always see a tall dark figure in the corner of a room watching but when you've seen it in a large crowded place like Wal-Mart it begins to make you worry. Whenever we're at his house I'll always see it in the lower den or even the stairways. He's never seen it but he'll joke about seeing it near the highway always when driving home.
I wanted to believe I was just a paranoid girl who needed help but a few nights ago the figure actually attacked me. I was laying in bed when I noticed a scratching noise from across the room in the storage room. A few minutes later I noticed a black shape moving so when I finally looked over I was immediately attacked. It grabbed my ankle and started dragging me across my bedroom floor. My leg started to go numb as I tried fighting back. Immediately after blinking it disappeared. I was so scared I literally slept on the porch with my dogs just to feel safer.
When I was changing that's when I noticed my right leg was covered in bruises from my ankle to my knee. They're almost faded now but I've been a lot more cautious about being in my room. Any help or advice would be greatly appreciated.