This is my first time being really public about this. My friends know, and so do some of my closer family members. Before I was about, say, nine or ten, I had never really seen anything, or felt anything worth remembering. I believe I may have had visits from dead relatives, and dead pets, but nothing more than a few minutes in a dream, or something. When I turned ten, I began to become afraid of old houses. I always felt like something was watching me, or coming to get me. It was very different from the comforting presence of passed relatives that I knew I had felt before. Except for these uneasy feelings, and sometimes the noises that only I seemed to hear, I never really experienced anything out of the ordinary. As I grew older, I tended to dismiss everything. I heard banging: it was probably water in the pipes. I heard groaning: it was the wind in the house. I heard footsteps: it was someone getting a glass of water. I dismissed it so much, that for three years, I rarely felt, heard, or saw anything that could not be explained rationally.
When I turned about thirteen, my mother and I moved into an apartment in Brooklyn that was a refurbished factory. It was an old warehouse/factory, remodeled into luxury apartments. Nothing was wrong at first, until I went to my father's house over one of my school breaks. My (step) brother and I had been screwing around, telling ghost stories, and I looked up when I saw my own reflection in the television. Trouble was, of course, I was not the only one there. There was a tall man, in a brown trench coat, with some sort of bowler or top hat on, and though I couldn't see his eyes, I remember that he was grinning at me. It was pretty creepy. He disappeared quickly, and my brother never saw him. The next time I saw the same man, was in my own home, sometime later, after the death of my uncle. I was crying myself to sleep, and felt a hand rubbing my back, soothingly. I also felt a dip in the bed by my side, and thinking it was my mother, I took the covers off of my head, but saw no one there. When I looked into the mirror across from my bed, I saw the same man, still smiling. It wasn't a nice smile, either; it was kind of... A crazy, scary smile, a little psychopathic.
I ran out of my room, crying, into my mother's bed, where I told her that there was "a bad man" in my mirror. She went to check it out, and then came back, irritated, telling me that there was no one there, and that I was being ridiculous. I don't think I slept that night. I kept seeing this man, not only in my house, but in several other places as well, until about a year later, I stopped seeing him. That is when strange things started happening around the apartment. We would put things away, and then when we needed them, they would be gone. Our floor boards became loose, and rickety, sometimes nails would stick up out of the floor randomly. When I tripped over things that were not put away properly, sometimes, I could hear a man laughing at me. Down in the basement, things were even worse. The lights would go off randomly, and I would feel fingers around my wrists, and ankles. When the lights would come back on, there would be no one there. Eventually, we moved, though, not because of the man in the coat, but because my mother just wanted to be in a different space. The next place we went started out fine. I didn't feel anything, and even though my room was in the basement, I still thought everything was fine, until I started having really strange dreams. I dreamt about this old couple, wearing Victorian clothing. They were both extremely pale, and their eyes were completely black and filled in. They were always watching the dreams; they were never really in them. A few months after moving in there, they started to talk to me. They would tell me to leave, that it wasn't safe there anymore, that something was going to get us (us being my mother, my grandmother, and myself.) I ignored them. Another time, in the same house, I was sleeping on the couch, when I suddenly stopped dreaming. I woke up, and in the reflection from the television, I saw a girl. She was about my age, maybe older, blonde, and wearing a pink sweater, and a jean skirt with a poodle on it. We stared at each other for a little while, but when I took a loud shaky breath, she disappeared; and her eyes were black, the same as the old couples.
After that, I began feeling as though people were touching me in the middle of the night, and I would wake up, and there would be fading finger-shaped bruises all over my arms. Sometimes, I would even feel like people were trying to hold e to the bed when I first woke up. I broke, and told my mom everything, but I omitted the scary parts - the bruises, the weights, and the dreams. She didn't seem worried. I had one terrifying dream before we moved, though, featuring myself, the old couple, and the unfinished room in the basement. Our basement was supposed to function as a second floor, with a study, a bedroom, and there was supposed to be another kitchen, or bathroom, but the room was never finished, and was huge. It was just a mess of pipes, unfinished concrete, and a single light bulb, that failed to light the entire room completely. In the dream, I was in the downstairs hallway, facing the old couple. (The blonde girl with the pink sweater was nowhere to be seen.) They were telling me that it was not safe, that I had to leave. I think I might have asked them why, but they just kept repeating that I had to leave. I remember the carpet becoming wet, and looking towards the door to the unfinished room. It was moving on its own, ad though it was breathing, and water was seeping out from under the crack at the bottom. They told me that they would try to hold Him, and that they couldn't make any promises, but I had to get away, and run. The door burst open, and my dream self ran down the hallway to my room, and I locked the door. Then I woke up. I think we moved about two months after that. (We move a lot. XD)
The next house we moved into was fine for a couple of months as well. After which, of course, the trouble began anew. I heard noises - footsteps - as usual, but didn't see anything until later in the year. Around spring, I started noticing these black figures in my television, when it was off. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, and cleaned the T.V., but they were still there. I began to light candles, and place a glass of water next to them, to dissipate the energy, which is what a friend of my mother's told me to do. They would disappear for a time, but the more I lit candles, the shorter the time interval became that they were not there, until I was lighting a candle nearly every night. My landlords tried to charge us more rent, so we began packing to move again. As I was packing, one night, I saw a huge figure walk quickly across the door to my bathroom. I ran upstairs, and got another candle. Two days before we moved, I was putting away my television, when I noticed that there were seven more "people" watching me. The number had jumped from about four, to somewhere near twenty.
Also, sometimes, when I dream, they come true. Probably a couple of times a month, things that I dream about come true. I also tend to feel a lot safer when an animal (usually my dog) is in the place that I am feeling things.
The place I live in now seems to be pretty much fine, I mean, I haven't felt, seen, or heard anything at all yet. I feel as though they are seeking me out, almost, because they know that I can see them. I don't have the ability to see things outright any more, but If there is a reflection, then that's how I see things. I used to be able to just see things, but now I need a reflection for some reason. I do, however, always know when something is in the room with me, though. I just want to know what is going on with me, because I am getting a little worried. My mother says that maybe I should try to... Control, or harness my abilities, but I really want nothing to do with them, at this point. (they scare me.) It seems now, though, that I can't ignore things anymore though...Help?