I think my mum has something attached to her.
I have always been a sensitive person and have certain 'gifts' that I believe would be stronger if I were not raised in a Jehovah's Witness household. My gifts include sensitivity to energies (both human and paranormal), some kind of precognition and something even stranger (I will discuss all this in a different post).
When I was 14 or 15 I was living with my mum in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. As I mentioned, I was raised in a Jehovah's Witness household and had given no thought to the paranormal for many years. The kitchen in our townhouse was open plan and lead into the lounge. There was a small island of kitchen cabinets separating the kitchen and the lounge. My mum was doing the dishes in the kitchen with her back to me while I sat on the other side of the island doing homework and chatting to her. During the conversation, my mum turned around to face me while she spoke. As she turned, I saw something black fall behind her. At first I thought she had knocked the dishcloth off the sink when she turned but I could clearly see it still on the side of the sink. Besides, it was white and yellow. I looked at the ground around her feet trying to see what had dropped but there was absolutely nothing there.
The thing I saw materialised in mid-air at almost the exact height of the kitchen sink. It really looked like a dishcloth. It had no particular shape and looked exactly like someone had held the dishcloth at about mid-waist height and dropped it. When I say it was black, I don't mean black like black clothing. I mean black as in the absence of colour black. I hope that makes sense and I apologise for the vagueness. I put it out of my mind and carried on as usual.
Now, the reason I say I think it is attached to my mum and not the house is because it followed us when we moved house about 6 months later. I don't think it is attached to me because I left home in 2010 as soon as I graduated from High School (the exact same day, actually) and it has not followed me. I have my own followers but they are different.
About a year or two on when I was 16 or 17 I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. As soon as I stepped over the threshold of my bedroom door I smelled a distinct burning smell. Like someone was burning toast. I obviously went around the house checking if any of the appliances or plug outlets had shorted or if someone had left the oven on etc. Absolutely nothing. Everything was off and as it should be. Eventually I gave up and got my water. My back had that itch like someone was watching me so I got back to my room as fast as I could. Again, as soon as I stepped over the doorway threshold to my room I stopped smelling the burning. I tested that a few times by stepping in and out of my bedroom door. As soon as I was out of my room I could smell it. As soon as I was back in my room the smell went away. The weirdest part was that I could have my feet inside my doorway and my head outside and I couldn't smell the burning. It was only if my entire body was outside my room that I could smell it.
Our house alarm used to go off on it's own as well. We had it checked multiple times and there were never any technical faults. My step-father was an alcoholic and a drug addict so he was kind of in and out of our lives. When the alarm would go off, I took it upon myself to go and check the house for intruders. My mum was way too gentle to do that herself. I'm not a very strong woman but I definitely stood more of a chance against an intruder than my mum! We never had problems with break-ins and all of the pets were locked in my mum's room when the alarm went off. Just no explanation (not the wind because we live in South Africa and sleeping with windows or doors open is a real gamble with your life).
I don't go and see my mum very much these days unless it is to take my children to visit (we live in different cities and I just don't get on with her). Whenever I am there I often see shadows following her and my husband has seen a shadow hand on her shoulder before. My son (who is very sensitive) has also complained of a "black girl on the ceiling and curtain" before. I smelled that burning smell in my last visit with her (about a month ago).
We got into a huge fight when I was a teen and tried to talk to her about all of this so I have decided to just leave it alone. It doesn't seem to be doing any harm. I will step in if it turns out that it IS causing her any harm but until then, let sleeping dogs lie.