Before you read what I have written I have a few things to say about myself. First of all I'm fifteen years old. I'm known to be a mature student at school and I've never taken any drugs or alcohol. I am not a willing believer in ghosts but thanks to some experiences I am not against the idea. I've never used an Ouija board and I've never used tarot cards unless you count angel cards but my friend only asked me to do angel cards a week ago and nothing has happened since but it was strangely accurate.
Recently I was in holidays in Cornwall for a week with my friend and her family. The house we were staying in was lovely and very homey but it sent shivers down my spine and I often felt uneasy in it when I was in a room on my own. Especially in the downstairs main bathroom behind the kitchen. I never said anything about how the house made me feel to my friend or her parents but I got the feeling that she felt nothing wrong with it or felt how I was feeling.
The first four nights were fine in the house but on the fifth night after a dreamless sleep I woke up in the early hours of the morning. I don't know what woke me up but something didn't feel right so I glanced around the room.
At the bottom of the bed by the bedpost there was a figure in white. It was indistinct but I knew that she was wearing a white nightdress and she had black hair but I couldn't make out her face. I wasn't paralyzed and I let out a cry before I buried myself under the quilt. At that moment in time I was terrified while I lay under the blankets but why I don't know. I just felt an overwhelming fear and I could feel my heart beating in my chest.
I told my friend about the incident the next morning when I woke up since we were sleeping in the same room in singe beds and since whatever it was appeared at the bedposts in the space between our two single beds.
She laughed at me thinking I was joking and that was the end of it. That night we went on a story walk were a local told us the history of the town and of ghost stories.
I found out that at the bottom of the street we were staying in there was a plague pit where during the Plague; bodies of the deceased were dumped. He also said that some people who were thrown in who were thought to be dead were actually in a coma and they died buried alive. We found out that at the back of the house the road used to be a coffin route used to get to the cemetery.
This freaked me out and for the last two nights of my holiday I couldn't sleep properly for fear of waking up and seeing that white thing again but I didn't.
It's not the first time that I've ever seen something like this either.
My parents built our old house before I was born so I can't say that anything bad has happened there, for example, someone dying or a bad accident but they have found some evidence that early settlers used to live nearby and foundations of an old house have also been found.
I can specifically remember when I was little I was sitting at my desk in my room learning my times tables, I heard my name being called but it didn't sound like my parent's or my brother but the voice was definitely feminine. I went to the kitchen to ask my dad had anyone called me and he said no.
I'm not sure if this next occasion happened shortly after or a few years later but in my old room there used to be two single beds and when I woke up in the middle of the night like in Cornwall I saw a woman wearing a white nightdress only this time with brown hair staring at me but I couldn't see her face.
Yet again I don't know whether this next incident was soon after or over a couple of years later but I woke up again in the middle of the night and I saw something propped up in the bed opposite me. I think it was a man or a farmer because he wore brown trousers and a cream shirt, only there were straps attached onto his trousers that were kept up by his shoulders. They reminded me of dungarees. He also had on a cap. His face was blurred and I couldn't see it but I knew he was staring straight ahead and not at me.
That all happened in my old house but because of certain circumstances we were made to build a new house which we built further on down the same street beside my granny. Unfortunately everything that has happened to me in my old house has happened to me in my new house. I've seen the woman by my bed and two months ago I saw the farmer only he was kneeling facing my couch in my room and his arms lying on my cushion with his forehead leaning on his arms. It reminded me as to how some people pray to God in the chapel, where they lay their heads in their hands while kneeling.
Where I used to live was located in a field belonging to the farm that my granddad used to own and now we built on another field belonging to my grandparents, this time opposite the farm.
Also, while we were waiting for the new house to be built we lived with my granny in her house and I would have slept in the same room with her. We stayed with her for a year and as far as I can remember nothing happened during that time.
When I've been on holidays I've heard animals crying out that no one else can hear and I've seen figures in the dark but not the farmer and the woman. At times I hear a high pitched noise in my ears and it feels like I'm underwater because my hearing becomes slightly distorted due to the noise. Abroad and at home, for no reason tears end up falling down my face even though I'm not in a depressed mood, but when I cry I begin to feel sad as if I've experienced a big loss in my life.
Apart from my name being called and the high pitched noise everything else happens to me after evening time or in the early hours of the morning. I see things out of the corner of my eye and when I turn there's nothing there. The same happens when I'm standing beside a glass window or glass in a door but I never see anything in a mirror. When it's dark and there's no light on white 'things' start to form away from me.
I want to know if there's any way I can get what is happening to me to stop. The experiences leave me scared and I cannot sleep properly for many days after. Writing this has been hard since I'm not one to openly talk about this kind of thing.
I only told one other friend about my experience in Cornwall and neither of them know about anything else. No one in my family knows about it either because I don't want to be viewed differently. I just want to get on with my life without getting shivers down my spine when I go to different places or feeling like I'm being watched in my own home. It's gotten so bad that at night I can't stay in my room unless my doors opened and I know that someone is upstairs with me and I'm afraid to be in the dark alone.
If anyone can explain what's going on or what's wrong with me please help and if you have any suggestions please tell me.