I'm a teenager, 14 in a couple days, and ever since I can
remember, there's always been something that just isn't
right.
I always have the feeling that someone is watching
me, everywhere.
In our old house, I used to have these
dreams of a Native American man who would always stand
there and watch me sleep. He always said that he was
protecting me from something that I wouldn't understand. I
told my mom over and over again that he lived in my
closet, I just had a feeling he was there. Every night I
woke up, I'd just faintly see a man's face there, but I
wasn't scared.
Then one night, after my parents had divorced, I
slept in my mom's room, which I was always scared of. When
I woke up there was this girl with blonde hair and a denim-
looking dress on. She looked like she was really there,
but she didn't have a reflection in the mirror. No one
believed me until the day that we moved when the fan in
there started going around by itself. We were glad to be
moving.
It didn't stop when we moved to our new house
either.
The first night we stayed there, all we had was a
couple of sleeping bags, pillows, and a night-light. Then we
heard it. It sounded like something crashing and then a
screaming coming from the basement. When we all went down
there, there was no sign of anything; nothing.
One time, as I was typing an e-mail to one of my
friends in our new house, my CD player turned on from the
basement. Now, I was on the 3rd floor, and my CD player
doesn't have an alarm setting on it. I was so scared that
I didn't move for a couple of minutes. After a while, the
music just kept getting louder and louder, and then it
changed stations. Now, listen to me. I'm not insane. Or at
least I don't think I am. There wasn't anyone else home
except for my dog, Oscar, who couldn't possibly reach my
stereo, or the remote. When I went downstairs to turn it
off, I couldn't find my remote right away. When I finally
found it, It was on the top of my display shelf (hanging
halfway off), which is about 6 feet from the floor
1) I didn't put it there and
2)there is no one that lives in my
house that could possibly reach that high.
Another time when I was washing the dishes, alone
again, all (and I mean all) of the magnets on the
refrigerator fell off at once. All at the same time. I
was scared, but did as I always did, I told it to go away.
It seems to work, and it makes me feel a little safer,
even though I'm probably not.
When my brother was born, and maybe about a
year old, he would always be put in the "naughty chair"
out in the living room. He'd bawl for a little while and
then start laughing hysterically. When we went out to
investigate, he was pointing at the stairs saying "he's so
funny! he's so funny!" Who "he" is, we don't
know.
But one time, I wasn't alone. It was during gym
class a couple days ago. I felt like someone was hugging
me around the waist, so I instinctively thought it was my
boyfriend...but then he walked up to me with a volleyball.
He looked down at my shirt and saw that at my waist, there
was a crinkle in the shirt as if someone was holding me.
That really freaked both of us out.
What's haunted? Me, my house, or my mind? I really
wish I knew. That's my story, and I hope it shows all of
you that there are things out there. I do know that those
things happened, and that they scare me, and I also know
that it has made me braver and more observant. If you have
any advice (except getting a reservation in a psychiatric
ward) please e-mail me.
Contact me here: angelwings504@msn.com
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