I've changed the names of the individuals involved. We've all known that if we could just get someone besides ourselves to see and hear what we do, then we won't feel so crazy. At least, that's how I've always felt. After so long of experiencing activities in my bedroom and not being able to capture anything on film or audio, I always told myself, "if just one other person could experience this for themselves..." but it's never happened... Until yesterday.
I rarely let any of my friends come into my room, but this day was a special case. Let me back up a little here. Wednesday afternoon while at school, I made plans with one of my guy friends to hang out at one of the malls in town. He said that he would stop by my house and then we could walk there, picking up the others in our group along the way. Now, after school I walked home (it was around 3 at that point) and called my mom to double check with her that the outing was okay. My call made, I went through my bag to pull out my homework so my mom would know I was done with it. As I did, I could've sworn I'd heard a hiss come from the hallway. It freaked me out, of course, but since we have a cat, I didn't think anything of it.
My friend showed up and, just as we were about to leave, he asked if he could borrow a Manga of mine. I said sure and told him to follow me into my room so I could grab it for him. While I was crouched with my back to him looking for the one he wanted, I thought I heard someone whisper my name, but ignored it. I found the Manga and stood to hand it over to my friend when he suddenly jerked back, as if someone, or something, had shoved him. He stumbled a little and seemed super freaked out, but we both chose to ignore it.
"Here you go, give it back whenever you're done," I'd said just to break the silence. As we headed out of my room, with me in the lead, I heard my name again, only more clearly this time and then my friend slammed into me hard enough to make me fall to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he'd said, "It wasn't me, someone keeps pushing me!" Both of us freaked beyond belief, we booked it out of my house and walked for the longest time in silence. When we got to the first house and picked up my friend Joe, the conversation picked up again but my other friend, Josh, still wouldn't talk directly to me. He still hasn't said a word, but that night, I kept hearing my name repeated over and over until I finally got fed up and slept on the couch.
Why did whoever it was push my friend around? Anybody have any ideas? Advice is welcome because now I'm afraid for my friends.