Just to give you some background on me, I have been experiencing the paranormal ever since I was young. I lived in Connecticut for almost my entire life (now I'm in Florida) but I don't really think it's that haunted a state. But, for some reason I've never had any trouble coming into contact with the other side.
The earliest memory I have would have to be when I was in preschool. I had a petrifying fear of the dark (and still do) and would sometimes wet myself because I was too afraid to emerge from my bed to use the bathroom. I knew something was in the darkness of my room watching me; I could feel it but not necessarily see it.
One particularly scary night, I had to use the bathroom so bad. I was crying because I knew something was waiting for me to get out of bed to hurt me. Suddenly, my closet door opened by itself. I had heard rustling in there before so I didn't really like to go in it unless I had to.
I tried to wake my older brother but he didn't budge. I cowered under the blankets with only my eyes peeking out to watch the closet. Something was definitely moving around inside. It was a separate presence from the one I knew was going to hurt me. I thought it was going to be another being, coming to double team me with its buddy. But, what came from the closet wasn't evil.
First off, the entire being was black. And when I say entire, I mean from top to bottom it was black. It had the structure of what was a very tall man with arms a bit longer than usual and no hands. Well, actually, I'm not sure what was on the ends of his "arms." They looked like three long and thick fingers but I'm not sure.
When he (I just knew the being to be masculine) emerged, it was kind of like he rolled out into a standing position in slow motion. Needless to say, I freaked out. The being stood to its full height and looked around the room a bit before focusing its "gaze" on me. Then, I smiled. Whatever this being was, it was not going to hurt me. But, I knew it came from the same place the other presence had.
The "being" walked over to my bed and held out its "hand". It then asked me if I had to use the bathroom. There was no voice coming from it, but I knew what it was asking me, like telepathically. I told him yes and took his hand, still smiling. He said he would make sure nothing happened while I went to the bathroom. We walked to the bathroom and he waited outside until I finished. We then walked back to my bedroom and I got back in bed.
The being told me he would protect me from anything that tried to harm me and I believed him. I named him Blackie; so creative, huh? Anyways, I used to hang out with him all the time. My mom thought I had an imaginary friend, but my brother knew about him and said he saw him too. Blackie lived in my closet and in the stove in the kitchen. My mom remembers me having to "get him out" before she cooked or baked.
After some time Blackie left me. Or rather, I think I left him. But what's strange is that sometimes when I'm scared at night, if I say Blackie or think about him, I can feel him with me.