For the past few weeks, I've been depressed. I had huge friend drama, my mother made it worse, and above all else, I had gained weight and could no longer fit into my clothes. I cried every night, all night, and was extremely suicidal, keeping knives and scarves in my drawers for when I could no longer take my misery anymore. Around this time, I noticed weird things starting to happen around the house. Things like soap dispensers and other items would just randomly fall, and things went missing, only then to reappear in a different place. One time I had a shirt drying in the dryer. I put the shirt in, shut the dryer door, and went back to my room. About two minutes later, I was walking past the laundry room into the kitchen and saw the dryer door wide open, like someone had opened it; I was the only one in the house. Another time, I was at the kitchen table typing on the computer. My mom was taking a bath, when I heard her yelling my name. She got out of the tub and asked me if I was 'throwing stuff at her.' I don't have any siblings, and I hadn't moved from my chair once.
Some days, my lights flicker even if the bulb is fine, or it is a sunny day out. One night, I was trying to sleep in my bed. It felt like my dog was trying to climb in. I got a little annoyed and went back to sleep, but then it sounded like someone was going around my room. I got out of bed, and no one was there; my bedroom door was also closed. I went into the living room and my other dog, Lucy, was in the corner with a scared look. In the middle of the floor she had also peed, which was very unlike her. She hadn't peed on the floor since she was a baby. I tried calling her, but she wouldn't move. By then I was freaking out. I didn't want to go back to bed because I was terrified something would happen to me. So I sat out in the living room... Watching Poltergeist (ironic, huh?) waiting for the sun to come. I kept hearing bangs and clanking in the kitchen and finally, I ran into my mom's room and got under the covers. She yelled at me, and of course did NOT believe me when I said there was a poltergeist in my room. But as I lay down, I kept seeing shapes--black shapes in the doorway. And you know that sound when you hold a shell up to your ear, you can "hear the ocean?" well, that sound was whispering in my ear, and I could literally feel the chills running down my spine.
Since then, I haven't really had any more ghostly experiences. The occasional random clank or light flicker is all. I read online that poltergeists usually hung around in homes where very young kids or teens lived; most of the time the teen will be emotional, hormonal, or going through puberty. Since I am 14, and was very emotional, that poltergeist was the only thing I could think of that would do those things. But still, NO ONE believes me when I tell them the story. They say there's no such thing, and that I am crazy. AM I crazy? Or was there REALLY a poltergeist in the house?!