This is my first story I've submitted to this website it's based around my paranormal experiences, age 6-14. I know some of you may think I'm a bit young and may not trust me because of it but I could really use some advice about the presence in my house.
The story starts when I first moved to the house that I currently live in. The house is very large and I'm unsure of the age. When I first moved into my bedroom and we decorated it as we removed the wallpaper it revealed a large bloodstain. When I was 6 I didn't really think anything of it. All of the activities (so far) have happened in my bedroom. The first thing that happened was that a face that used to appear on my curtains on the window opposite my bed.
I have always been an early riser and when I was younger I used to lie awake in bed and wait for my mum to wake up. I used to listen to her have a shower and wait for her to go downstairs before getting up. One morning I noticed the face of a man that looked like a king he was wearing a crown and his facial features were blacked out. When my mum would open the bathroom door light would shine through and onto the curtain, when the light hit the curtain the man would scream but no sound would come out. There is nothing (such as a tree etc.) behind the curtain so I'm pretty certain it was real. This is where the activities begin.
The face was there every morning and whenever I was in my bedroom I had the feeling I was being watched. About 4 years later when I was 10 my neighbor died. He wasn't the nicest person ever, for example whenever I played in my back garden he would throw water and stones at me and also at one point the shouted that I was a curse. He was also a very lonely man he never let anyone into his house and we had never seen any relatives visit him. After the funeral builders came in to fix up the house before selling it. Inside the house the builders found 3 loaded pistils and (in a hidden compartment next to the door) an axe with dried blood on.
Eventually the same year I moved my bed to a place in my room where I wouldn't have to look at the window every morning and the activities seemed to stop for about a year.
I will continue the story in part 2.