My name is Ashley Smith, and I'm eighteen years old. I would like to tell you all a little about my past experiences before I start into this.
Ever since I was five I could see things that other people could not. Whether it is Auras or ghosts. When I was around six or seven I realized that when I looked at people, and saw colours surrounding them, it was not normal, so I stopped asking people why that person had black around them, or white, or pink or green. It was also then that I remember two very specific times that I had encounters with a ghost, or ghosts.
The first time, I was in my room, just awoken from a nightmare, and I thought my mother and father were out in the living room with a whole mess of their friends, and I thought it was odd because it was something like, three in the morning, I peeked around the corner, and saw my living room full of people that I did not know, when I rounded the corner completely, they were all gone, and the light was off, as it was on when I had been peeking. A few years down the road, I was alone in my house, and Armour sitting in the middle of the living room started shaking, really, really hard. I was not that afraid, but it was certainly scary after I realized that those kind of things weren't that normal.
Flash forward to when I'm fifteen or sixteen. I lived in a duplex, and right at the top of the stairs, in the hall way leading to my room, there was such a menacing presence. And it all but disappeared when I got to my room.
Well, now that that whole story is over, I am going to get into what I came here for.
I few weeks ago, I had moved into my basement because I did not want to share a room with my sister, well, part way through the night, two, three in the morning, I'm half asleep, and something takes a grab onto my hair, and yanks my head, that was completely laid flat on something mind you, and jerks it back, deeper into my pillow. But not before whispering something into my ear, a warning of some sort? I don't know what that warning was though. I moved out of the Basement.
And the next night, I am half asleep again, around the same time, and a hear this sound that sounds like a fax machine mixed with the white noise sound that comes from your television. I felt a presence next to my bed, kneeling. I wake up more fully when I realize its touching me, my face, and I just know this, it kissed me on the forehead, and left. It has happened one time, months before when I was alone in my house, and afraid. I felt the presence there, and a tingling feeling in my arms, and I fell asleep feeling safe.
I really have no clue what it could be; can anyone help me with it maybe?