To explain the significance of the events that occurred to me, you have to understand a couple of things. First, I have been in foster care since I was 10. Another is that, with most of my experiences the sprits ghosts, whatever they are, have been really kind and protective of me.
When I was younger (8 to be exact I was in Ohio until I was 9 then Virginia from 10-13 then back to VA when I was 16-present). I would creep out occasionally but I never had any real experiences. My sister was constantly having them once we moved into a rather old house. She said a man in a black hat and trench coat was watching her as she slept, and that he felt bad. Since we pretty much guessed the house was haunted by the hallway downstairs (You would feel someone breathing on you neck, so you tried to run, the landlady, ruby, said that it was because her great uncle had been killed there after coming home late from a certain lady friends house). I tried to ignore her as I usually did and I slept peacefully in the same room for some time.
One night, however I dreamt of a voice calling me saying D! D! (D is my nickname if you haven't guessed) I remember mumbling 'what it's not time to get up?" then the smell of smoke caught my attention and as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I realized the room was glowing and that it was very smoky. Through the smoke Charlie (our landlord, we lived on the second floor of the house but it wasn't an apt) came up and woke the other girls up and gathered us all outside, the doughnut shop next to our house had bad wiring and caught fire, our house wasn't damaged. Yet somehow I felt that the spirit had helped me.
I had no other experiences until I was 14, when my uncle red died. He had an aneurism in his aorta and the transfer to a bigger hospital was impossible. That night, as I lay crying my eyes out, I was trying to fall asleep when I felt warmth surround me, sort of telling me everything was okay.
When I was 16 I had recently been moved from my aunts house after she basically made me her slave for 3 years after my uncle red had died, however, I figured uncle red would've wanted me to help her so that's what I tried to do. I was moved into a house of an explicit/annoying old man and his wife, adopted daughter and foster son/baby. I slept in the bed, but I would always wake up extremely uncomfortable. Around this time I got a cross necklace from my sister, and I started to sleep with it in my hand. I woke up one night, to use the restroom, I slid back into bed. The uncomfortable feeling returned, and I ignored it and stared at the ceiling trying to fall asleep. My room had blinds, and the street light from outside was reflecting through them. Then I noticed something strange. The shadows started to grow larger and larger. I didn't think anything of it, because I thought it was a passing car, or something that had been sitting there only to realize that we were at the end of the street, and there was nothing but forest behind us. It's continued to get darker and darker until even the street light didn't show in the room. I shut my eyes and gradually relaxed until I heard the most terrifying thing in my life which was-"come with me." and then an indentation was next to me, like someone was lying next to me. I opened my eyes and there was a shadow, fully formed and whispering "come with me" I found the courage somehow (I seriously don't know how, I thought I was going to crap myself) and I said "Who are you?" the shadow said his name (I don't know how I knew it was a male, instinct perhaps?) but I couldn't hear him, it was like someone deafened me right when he said it. I could feel his lips moving (I couldn't actually see it. It was like I could sense? He then repeated, "Come with me" I tried secretly to search for my covers behind my back for my cross, and finding it, I sort of pushed it into his chest. He exploded into a thousand tiny particles and went through my chest. I could feel it. Like a splash of cold water/wind on your insides, then I remember being frozen for what seemed like an eternity and getting up and passing out in the hallway.
My foster parents said it sounded like a demon, however, no matter how uncomfortable that room got after that, I wasn't visited again by that person. It wasn't long after that when I noticed something else odd. I would wake up and see a tall man with shoulder length black hair always watching me sleep. It was like even during the day he was with me. But it also seemed like he disappeared sometimes and things would crawl all over my bed, shadows moved, and things whispered in my ear.
It's not as bad as it used to be, but it still happens occasionally. I'm too afraid to tell anyone I know because they might think I'm crazy.