A couple of years ago, I was writing about the things happening in my new room. For understanding better, I really think you should also read my first story.
Shortly after, I got rid of those experiences because I moved to another city with my boyfriend.
I lived in two different places while being away. The first one was a small apartment. It was on the 9th floor of the building, I was always frightened there. Neighbors fighting, birds on my balcony being loud, even though I lived with my boyfriend I was always alone at night. I wouldn't sleep in the dark, it was either light or TV on, but never darkness. There were even nights when I would hear knocks at the door, I would go check and nobody would be at the door. That didn't bother me much because when you live in an apartment building which has 10 floors, you have a lot of potential neighbors who just want to mess with you.
Anyway, I had a strange encounter there. My bed was facing the balcony door. I would always close the curtains at night because I felt uneasy. I always had the impression that I would happen to look at the door or windows and I would see something on the balcony. Silly frightened me. One night, though, I got out of bed, I went to the kitchen to have some water, I came back in the bedroom and went to close the curtains. As I was still facing the windows, curtains not completely closed, I saw a man-like shadow behind me reflecting in the window. I quickly turned and there was, of course, no one. That wasn't so disturbing, because I am kind of used to seeing shadows at the corner of my eye.
Half a year later, I moved to a bigger apartment in a newer building. Everything was so quiet there, calm neighbors, silence everywhere. The place was big, a huge living room, a huge balcony, a huge kitchen, a huge bedroom and a big bathroom. Again, most of the nights I was alone. My boyfriend even brought home a black cat and that really helped because now I had a companion to spend time with.
Before going to sleep, I used to watch TV in the living room. Then I would close the TV and open the one in my bedroom, just to have some light there. The problem was that there were moments when I was feeling uneasy and then I would hear the TV in the living room turning on. I went to turn it off. Then it would turn on again, sometimes in static. I wouldn't take it too serious, I mean these things can malfunction and they would do their thing.
Again, knocks on the door there too.
Besides these facts, there were minor happenings. I don't remember them all.
But all this time, sleep paralysis would be there for me.
A few months ago, I broke up with this guy and moved back home. I forgot the things that happened to me there, I was just happy to be home.
One night, I woke up because I couldn't breathe. Nothing covered my face but something was holding me. I want to state that it was not sleep paralysis. I could move. There were only certain parts, like my hands that felt like being held down. And something was suffocating me. It was almost like a kiss, it felt like one. Suddenly, I took a deep breath, I was able to move my hands. I jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen to smoke a cigarette. I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
A few nights after this happening, I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard a voice, very deep and non-human-like whispering my name.
I wrote this because I want some of your opinions. Do you think that the uneasiness I felt while being away is connected to the things described in my first story? Do you think something followed me all the way from home to this places and then back home? It feels more present home. Keep in mind that two years passed. I am really afraid that, even though for a month or so, nothing new happened, all the things from the first story would start again.
I want to state that I am not stressed, nor afraid, only intrigued by all this. My life is on a really good path right know and I would really like to know if I caused these in any way or what should I do.