My story begins one night when I was on my way home. I live out in the middle of nowhere, so it was very dark and the only lights I had were my headlights. A couple of weeks earlier there was a bad car accident that involved six of my friends. Two of which passed away. The accident site is on my way home and I was passing the crosses on the side of the road when I saw a black figure cross the road right in front of me and walk into the woods. I sounded the horn and it didn't even acknowledge me. I was thinking on the rest of the way home of what it could have been. An animal wouldn't just continue at one pace into the woods. It would probably start off in a run, and when I honked it probably would have looked in my direction. But one of my friends that passed in the accident was a pretty tall guy, and this figure was about his height. So I started getting really freaked out by what I had just seen. But what were my choices? I couldn't go back and look around because it was gone before I even passed all the way by. So I just continued home and the rest of the night was pretty quiet so I just eventually let it slip my mind.
Maybe a week later, I was in my room one night and happened to be awake watching a late movie on HBO when I heard something that sounded like it was eating my puppies food, which is in the kitchen right outside my bedroom, so I opened the door to check it out and my cat was inside the house eating my dogs food. The weird thing about this is, my cat is an outside cat, and never comes inside. So I picked him up and put him back outside and checked all the doors and all of them were locked! So I have no idea how he got inside. I called my boyfriend of two years and told him what happened and what he thought it could have been, he thought that either my parents or I opened a door and he slipped in without us noticing. This seemed probable so I just went with that. We continued just chatting when he told me that he found a key in the back pocket of his jeans. He explained what it looked like and said he thought it was a house key. His mother just moved into a new house down the road and we both just assumed that his mother gave him a key and he forgot about it. Nothing else happened that night and it was pretty peaceful.
My boyfriend came over the next morning and woke me up at my house and everything was pretty normal. We got really hungry and decided to make a pizza and when he went into the freezer to get the pizza, I asked him if he brought the key with him, because we were going to ride over and check to make sure it was his mom's house key, when I told him to check to see if the key worked on my back door, just joking around. He locked the doorknob and went outside. The next thing I know he's coming through the door! The key worked! Then I started to get a little suspicious, and joked around saying "well it was you that let my kitty in huh?" kidding around even though my mind was racing. He noticed that I was thinking and asked me to talk to him about it, so I admitted to my crazy accusation. He told me he was just as surprised as I was that the key worked, and he promised me that he didn't know how he got it and that he just found it in his back pocket. I know him, and we have been together for two years, never in my wildest dreams would I suspect him to steal it. I brushed it aside and we ate our pizza and watched some TV. We were just hanging out and talking in my room, and we were the only ones home and my bedroom door was open. I got up and went into the kitchen to get something to drink when I noticed that the guest bedroom light was on, and my parent's bathroom light was on. I don't live in a big house, and my bedroom opens up right into the kitchen and to my right is where the guest bedroom and the back door is, and to the left is the living room, my parent's room and the front door.
Now my dad likes to know what's going on at home when he's not here, therefore he has a camera pointing at the back door and every time it senses movement it records and sends a thirty second video to his email. He has a fancy iPad, so he always gets his email right away, and I know him, and if anything suspicious was going on out there he would have called and let me know, but, no phone call. I told my boyfriend, and he started freaking out thinking there was someone in the house. So we went and checked every room and nobody was in anywhere. We even checked any hiding spot anyone could have been hiding, but found no one. Then we started tossing the idea around about the experience being paranormal. My boyfriend has had many encounters himself, so it was easy to come to this conclusion. As I said earlier, I brushed the idea of my boyfriend stealing that key to the side, well the feeling of anger and questioning him came back, all of the sudden too. I went crazy almost and started hitting things and yelling. I even told him we were done and over and to never talk to me again! He said he's never seen me act like that before and I know I haven't. It was like someone or something was making me believe that my boyfriend was a thief and was responsible for everything. I didn't feel like myself, and I have never felt like that before. It was almost as if I had just blacked out, and went nuts. I have no explanation for this behavior. He called me when I had calmed down just a little, even though I was still angry, I was myself again and could talk to him at least, but the feeling of anger and betrayal was still in me, as we talked and he swore to me he would never do that to me, and told me how much he loved me and that he would always be by my side, the feeling just went away, and less than an hour later, we were fine...
Ever since we completed our conversation about all of this, I feel as though I am never alone, that I am always being watched. I hate this feeling and it's driving me crazy. I also feel that this certain something (I don't know what it is, or what it wants with me) is trying to come in between my boyfriend and I feel that "it" planted the key somehow in his jeans, and warmed me up to the paranormal thing, (my cat, the shadow, and the lights) before it tried to make me believe my boyfriend was a bad person, and break us apart.
Does it want something from me?
Why would it want my boyfriend and me to split up?
How can I stop it? (I've tried prayer, and communicating with it, nothing worked)
I don't necessarily feel threatened, just tormented and annoyed. I don't get a bad vibe, or the chills or anything, weird stuff just happens. Was I possessed when I blacked out? I just need help and straight up answers. Any would be appreciated. It's starting to make me feel truly depressed and heavy. I plan on going to a professional soon. But I need temporary answers. Help!