So to clear things up right off the bat, this story is being submitted on my girlfriends behalf, but I have some experience with it too.
As for some context:
She has a very dark history. When she was a baby, her mother had multiple affairs on her father. At some point, she wanted the guys she was messing around with to beat up her father, to 'get the message' that she was over him. Those two guys ended up shooting him in the head 4 times, and cutting his throat twice. Her mother was sentenced to life in prison. Her aunt had gotten custody of her, but from what my girlfriend told me, she was physically abusive, and at 17yo, kicked her out of the house, right before she graduated high school. She ended up moving in with one of her best friends. Due to all of this, she is not involved in religious activities at all. As "if there was a God, why would he let this happen".
My girlfriend and I (both 21yo) have been dating for just under a year and a half now. I met her on a personal vacation at my parents house in New York, while I live in North Carolina, as I am stationed here. We have been dating long distance until recently, roughly three weeks ago, she moved in with me, our first apartment, here in North Carolina.
My girlfriend has a gift. She used to be able to see people and hear people who have passed on. This was when she was younger, roughly between 8-16 years old. After 16, she stopped seeing and hearing them all together. At least until about 6mo ago when she came for my grandfathers funeral, where she stood outside the room as we all said our last goodbyes after he passed away from cancer. I was so upset that he never got to meet her, but when I went to see her in the hall, she told me about how he came to her, and finally met her, before passing on...
But there's no gift like this that doesn't have a dark side... She told me about who she calls "the Man". A very skinny and pale man with pitch black eyes. She could feel his presence, whenever he was near, very oppressing. She told me about how when she was younger, he would sometimes be in a corner of her room at night, looking at her. A few times he was actually on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Other than that, he wouldn't harm her. She told me that she heard him mumble or like whisper, but could never make out what he was saying. This all occurred when she lived with her aunt, and stopped when she moved. To her, the malevolent spirit was tied to the house, as it would have followed her. It was a huge relief, as it felt like it was feeding off of her fear.
Fast forward to her moving in with me, about 4 years later, we had just finished getting settled into our cozy 1 bed 1 bath apartment. Relatively new, built in 2013. Not a worry in the world. But then she told me about how right before the move, she started seeing shadow people. Not harmful or anything, just shadow people out of the corner of her eye, minding their own business. But she also felt like she was being watched. Then it continued when she came down to NC. Seeing them in the corner, or at a quick glance, but nothing really that would obstruct with her day. I never saw anything like this in our new place. I occasionally heard footsteps in the night, but I just waived it off as our neighbors.
One night, about a week into us living there, its roughly 12:15AM, we laid in bed, with the lamp on. On our cell phone checking Facebook and things like that. When we decided to go to sleep, I turned the light off and closed my eyes. I heard her start to cry, while trying to be quiet. I rolled over asking her what's wrong. She tucked her face into my neck and cried and whispered, "The man is back. He's here". I asked where he was, and she replied with, "on the ceiling". I looked up at our ceiling fan and saw a black mass. Kind of shaped like a bent oval. No light source could've casted this shadow, and it was getting darker. I quickly turned the light on and held her for a little while. I then went to my closet and dug out my Bible. She said she felt his presence leave at that point, but asked me to read some of it to maybe comfort her. As I was reading, maybe a page worth, she stopped me. Told me that the more I read, the more she was feeling sick to her stomach. I began to hear footsteps in our living room, walking around. Heard them walk up to our bedroom door, but that was the last time I heard them. That whole ordeal lasted about 10 minutes.
Since that night, about a week and a half ago, we haven't experienced anything except for the occasional shadow person minding their own business. I check every part of the room when I go to sleep at night, and keep our Bible out on the nightstand. I can't tell if this is a malevolent spirit, a demon masquerading as a pale, skinny man, or whatever. I just want answers... I suggested church, but she's iffy on the idea. We want to burn some sage, but have yet to find a local shop that sells it. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Thank you