My name is Stephanie, i'm 20 years old, and I'm not sure what to think. I come from a long line of women with psychic abilities and very strong spiritual perception. Since I was little, things would play with me, things that my family couldn't see. I would talk and giggle to people that weren't there and there would be visible signs of a presence. Once I was in my crib and my parents noticed a balloon floating in a perfect square formation, they checked the vents and for any sign of a draft, but there was nothing and yet i'd be laughing at something.
When I was young, I also had vivid night terrors of a past life. I would talk to my mom about the "Vatican" and the people chasing me, but I couldn't even pronounce the words. I just knew that there was fire, ruins, and people wanted to torch me. I'd never watched anything but cartoons. Now i'm 20, and I often wake up in the middle of the night, feeling as if i'd been commanded from my sleep, or that I have to do things for some specific reason. About six months ago I woke up, walked out to the living room, and went back to sleep on the couch. I remember being aggravated like I had been forced to go out there as I'd gathered my blankets and pillow. Exactly 3 days later at about 3 am, I woke up. An immense weight came over my body, but for some reason I knew it was going to happen, and I knew someone was there, that they had something to say. The presence was malevolent and I could feel it, the tears welled up right up to the moment it spoke. It thanked me for giving my bed to it. It's breath was hot and the voice was chilling, I'm unable to forget it. The same night, my brother had a similar experience, except for he woke up and saw a shadow sitting across from his bed. The voice spoke to him too, but he couldn't make out a familiar language.
I often feel uneasy when walking through my house, there are some areas that are too intense to be in, let alone look at, and sometimes I get the feeling that spirits pass through. Tonight at dinner I had been talking to my mom. I made the comment that I didn't sleep well, but didn't tell her why. Immediately it triggered something she'd been meaning to tell me all day. She was telling me about waking up at 3:17 last night to watery indigestion, so typically, she got up to take some medicine. She was awake about half an hour before trying to go back to sleep, but when she did, she was woken up again. This time, to two men. She perceived these men to be angels, she wasn't afraid as she was confused, but they were there to warn her. They insisted that there was evil in the house. Around the same time, I'd woken up to a nagging feeling. I felt had to wake up because someone was there. Whoever it was planned on playing tricks on me and in order to avoid it, I had to be awake because they couldn't harm me while awake. So I got up and wandered. When I went to lay back down in my bed, I could hear my mother talking to what sounded like a man in the other room. Am I crazy, or am I haunted?