It all started when I was very little. I moved around a lot ever since I was a baby. When my family moved to Saudi Arabia, the nightmare started. It started when I sneaked into my sister's room while she was having her slumber party. She was telling ghost stories and joking around. She told so many I can barely list them all. A few days later, I started feeling breezes in my room. Then a dark shadow would appear in the corner of my eye. Every time I looked to see what it was, nothing ever seemed to be wrong. But deep down I knew something was there... Watching me. So we moved from house to house.
Now we lived on this island and we had a beautiful house. In my room alone, I hadn't felt that cool breeze in a long time and I had forgotten it until that one night. I felt this breeze in my back, it sent shivers right through me and then there it was, the dark figure that appeared in the corner of my eye. I decided to pay no attention to it. Then the age came where I was still young but was allowed to stay at home alone. I was watching T.V calmly when the T.V switched off. I got scared easily and didn't try to turn it back on. Out of nowhere came a whisper that clearly was calling out my name... In a slow but crackling voice. I ran through the entire house but nothing was there. Again I decided to ignore it.
I still even now, after when we moved again, hear that voice and see that shadow. I scares me a little more every time. It's been going like that for ten years and I just can't explain it. People that I know think I'm crazy, well at least the few I have had the courage to talk to, until now, I have kept silent. Though I still don't know what has been following me around for so long.