I have always been interested in ghost and the paranormal since I was a kid. My great grandmother was a professional psychic, and my mother has dreams of events before they happen, so I guess you can say that kind of thing runs in the family. I have only one bad memory of seeing a "ghost" per say. I was only in 7th grade at the time. It was at my house in Ohio. I was going to bed, so I walked in my room and turned on the light. The curtains on my window were open, and outside was this bright red "thing". It didn't resemble a person what so ever. But I could tell that it had a face, and the rest of it was covered in giant holes. I remember screaming, my dad came in and asked me what was wrong, when I told him he said it was probably the bush outside. Well I went out the next day, there was no bush.
Now to the present day. I have been having more experiences, and they have gotten bad. It all started about two months ago, before I went to bed I prayed for the first time in a long time. I asked for proof, proof of ghost, god, all of it. After a week of nothing I started to get the sensation of poking on my legs and arms. It scared me to tell you the truth, but I tried to ignore it. It happened every night for about 2 weeks. I started to get real nervous when I saw bruises appearing all over my legs and arms. Whenever my mom and boyfriend asked me where they came from, I tell them it's from the dog, or that I bumped them at the gym.
Then I had the dream that changed it all. In my dream I was in my room, it was dark, and the only source of light was the T.V. I hear this voice coming from behind me, a woman's voice. But I never turned around, I just talked to her. She played with my hair and laughed with me. But when I tried to leave, she wouldn't let me. When I insisted she grabbed my hair and tried to pull me under the bed. I screamed until Kyle (my boyfriend) came and got me. He told me to lie down in my mom's room. My mom came in and I tried to tell her what had happened. But as soon as I opened my mouth, something crawled in. My jaw broke, and I had this sensation of an incredibly heavy weight all over my body, and the sound that came out of my mouth is what scared me the most. I woke up in tears, I'm about to break down just writing about it. But I had the sensation that someone was there when I woke, someone good which comforted me.
I recently got a cross necklace, which has done wonders for me. I haven't had one nightmare.