I'm sorry about the long read.
Recently, I've started feeling different. I'm not talking about puberty or anything like that! I'm talking about feeling positive and negative presences. The oldest experience I can remember is when I was about eight, it was a Monday morning and my father had just gone to work, my mother was combing my sister's hair in the living room (which was upstairs).
I had to go downstairs to find my school shoes, the house was pretty quiet. As soon as I reached downstairs, I felt an extremely negative presence, it didn't feel safe, whatever it was, they weren't happy! Downstairs always felt like that but that day it had reached a whole new level! I decided to dismiss it because anytime I mentioned this to my mother, she'd scold me for believing such nonsense.
My school shoes were hiding somewhere underneath the stairs. Kneeling down to get underneath the stairs, I began to hear strange, barely audible noises. Whatever was there, I didn't want to disturb it, so I began to search for my shoes, until I could feel something directly behind me. Turning around immediately, a large, dark yet transparent figure charged towards me and I felt like it had entered my body.
I remember hyperventilating and releasing a loud scream. I ran upstairs and told my mother but she responded by telling me off for telling lies. The atmosphere of the house I used to live in had always felt negative.
Occasionally, it happened again, each time occurred when I was downstairs. After three years, my family decided to move. Our next house was different, I could still feel the aura of something whenever I went into the bathroom or my parent's bedroom (which were one thing wall apart from each other).
Another strange thing that happened was something I do not remember happening. My sister and I were sharing a bed whilst we were on holiday, I had fallen asleep immediately but she had remained awake. I remember her shaking me awake and telling me stop being scary. I asked her, "what do you mean?". She then explained, in a lot of detail that I had sat up, my eyes had rolled to the back of my head and I had begun talking to something in the room.
After a minute or two of talking about "helping someone" I just collapsed back onto the bed and fell asleep again. Was I possessed or what? She looked pretty traumatized and would not stop talking about it with my mother. My mother even confirmed that she had heard me talking through the other room. I didn't know what to say. It was especially that morning, I experienced sleep paralysis, it was terrifying. It consisted of a demon and another figure dressed all in black.
Now, to the present. I still feel presences in the room but I've learned to deal with them. When I walk into a certain room (especially my friend, Tania's room) the atmosphere is really unusual, I can feel someone else in there, though now, I simply stand still and try to remain as calm and peaceful as I can. The majority of the time, I begin to hear barely audible noises, a shiver will run down my spine. Everything will seem more clear and fine after that.
I don't know if I'm angering or bothering the thing. I don't even know if the thing is real! Is it all in my head? I can literally feel the presence of something either negative or positive in a room.
Sorry again for the biography-like paragraphs. I also apologise if I used the wrong terms for anything in particular: (