My story started after my great grandfather died. I was about eight at the time. I was very upset at the time and just kept wishing for him to come back or for someone to comfort me. After he died my family moved into a new house. I was excited to be in a new place but, something was off. I hated being alone and if I was upstairs then I had the feeling to stay away from windows. Also at this time things of mine began to disappear when no one had touched them. This was the first time I remember seeing something in the shadows move. I slept on the top of a bunk bed and one night I couldn't sleep. Soon I had the feeling that I had to look down. When I did I saw something shift in the shadows before it disappeared and I feel asleep. The feeling of something being there got worst until we had to move again.
My family was forced to then live with my grandmother. For about three weeks the house was fine but then I slowly got the same feeling when I was alone. We moved again though, before it got worse. When we made it to the new house though right away it began to feel weird. Most specifically the second floor hallway. Around this time I spoke to my mother about it but, she told me I was being silly. As the feelings began to grow, I randomly started to grieve for my great grandfather again. I would end up crying at night for him before falling asleep.
As as on as the grieving began it stopped only to have my things start to disappear. Also things that had gone missing began to appear at random. My lost book would be found in a box that was full of kitchen supplies. When I the feeling to look at certain spot arose I would ignore it but I would get a bad headache doing so. After sometime I not only got sick but afterwards got attached to graveyards wanting to visit them.
As I began to try and figure out why I felt what I felt, I began to feel the same thing towards other buildings. I would then unconsciously began to avoid those places. Not only did the feeling of something being there grew but the feeling of being watched and sometimes protected or unwelcome grew. It took about two years before the feeling of de-sa-vu began to settle in. I would get to school and it would feel like I had already learned something when it was completely new material. I was about eleven when this picked up. It didn't happen often but when it did there was no way to explain it logically so I brushed it off.
After another year we moved again and this time with my mother's boyfriend's parents. The house was odd and never seemed right. If I was alone I could almost swear something was behind me. At this time me and my sister shared a room. The feelings did grow but even when my sister was in the room, I would feel something there. One night when I couldn't sleep, I randomly opened my eyes. I then watched a shadow man walk from the window towards my closet. When I sat up to check nothing was there. The closet then became the worst spot to be near alone. Another year passed before we moved again.
The house not only felt weird but the attic and the garage felt like some else's property almost. I absolutely refuse to go into the attic. Instead of the feelings growing, I began to feel wary of the tv in my room and my mothers closet. After a huge fight in my house had happened, I snuck out of the house that night just to walk away a bit and look at the stars. When I was done I turned to return, when I saw a shadow man standing across the street. Running home, I was terrified. The feelings though, went away for a year. They have now been returning after I switched rooms with my mother. My things have moved or disappeared, the closet feels wrong, I think I see things in the shadows, and electronics have begun to act up.
Can someone please tell me what's happening? My mother says she use to feel things but she has never felt what I have. I'm worried what will happen especially when my friend that can see auras says that something is following me. Please help me.