My two closest friends and I have been experiencing strange things as of late. But for this story I will start at my beginning. I am descended from a line of psychics, my mother, my grandmother, and my great-great-gandmother who spoke in tongues were all psychics.
My mother, grandmother and I all have two specific psychic skills. One is that we can sense bad things before they happen, who they are going to happen to, and what will happen (but if we are able to tell one another about it we can avoid the happening completely). It works fleetingly and only with people we have come in contact with. We also have what we call a 'people-meter' (we can tell if a person is a decent person or an indecent person by 'tasting' the aura they put off). I, myself, am also attuned to the world around me and I have dreams that turn into premonitions (I can never tell which is going to be real, so I haven't been able to affect anything I have seen through them).
Even when I was very little I have seen silhouettes. The most prominent story I can remember (and when I first discovered that I could see silhouettes) was when I was 6 years old.
I woke up startled out of a nightmare about walking through a maze of wooden fenced alleyways filled with huge dog houses that had sleeping wolf-like doberman's in them. I came to the center of the maze to see the biggest of all the dog houses and the chain that normally fastened to the collars of the other wolf-like dobermans' necks was broken and lying on the ground. The dog that slept within this house was gone, but I could feel him approaching so I hid between its house and the fence. When it found me and was about to devour me I woke, sitting up straight in bed to see a tall man in the doorway of my room.
He was a silhouette. He had spikey shortish hair, a square jaw line, broad muscular shoulders and arms, a flat stomach that tapered into a narrow waist, and long strong legs. He stood in my door way fully 6'7", arms crossed, legs shoulder width apart, watching me.
I slid out of bed and gaped at him, completely enveloped in fear. Who was this man? What was he doing here? What did he want? Why can't I see his face? I wanted to run to my parent's bedroom to tell them about my nightmare, but this huge man was blocking my way and showed no intention of moving. We stood like this for what seemed like hours (though I'm sure it was less than that), when I hunched over and barreled out of my room between his legs (being only six, and with him being so tall, it was an easy feat to accomplish) and ran as fast as my legs could carry me to my parent's bedroom.
This silhouette has stayed with me for nearly 14 years. I still see him out of the corner of my eye and he still affects my life. Always just standing in my doorway, watching. Though I have never felt anything from him that would tell me he meant me harm, or good for that matter. I call him Domovoi (Dom for short). He never speaks, and on the extremely rare occasion he acts as my personal poltergeist (making things he wants me to look at or notice move).
Now I will jump to the present. One of my best and most trusted friends is also psychic (and descended from them). She and I differ in what we can do however. She exudes energy in a forceful bright way, and I absorb energy in a quiet smooth way. We have actually been compared to the sun and the moon. We are polar opposites. My other best and most trusted friend showed no psychic awareness that we could sense or observe at all.
Recently all of us have been experiencing odd happenings, even our non-psychic friend. We have no idea why, but our non-psychic friend began her 'symptoms' (which is how we playfully refer to it in the public eye) before either my psychic friend and I began to feel ours.
And here is where my true story begins. A few weeks ago our non-psychic friend (lets call her Eliza for the sake of anonymity) texted me slightly irritated telling me to stop mentally calling her real name, because it was distracting from her final studies. We had been experimenting with exchanging mental images so this statement didn't surprise me or my psychic friend (lets call her Fern). I simply laughed and said I hadn't been sending a thing to her.
Later that night I got another text; this time from Fern saying she had a horrible feeling of being hunted. She told me it started when she was driving home from work when she saw a silhouette in the form of an animal dart from one side of the road to the other in front of her. She said it fell back and tried to keep pace with her car. She told me it gave off a bloodthirsty feeling and it terrified her (which is saying something because it takes a lot to scare her). She reached her house and went inside immediately setting up her mental shield to push the evil presence away. She told me it seemed to feed of her trying to resist it. These feelings lasted for a week, and only ever at night did it come back.
Eliza's voice that called her name was getting louder and louder. It never said anything but her name, but never in any other way then a simply 'here I am' kind of way. The tone never changed and neither did the pitch, but the frequency of the calls and the volume of them did. She told me that when she layed down to go to sleep she heard it once very loudly right above her, like the voice was in the room with her. And then it stopped for a time.
My symptoms are different. When I heard about their suffering I began to feel a painful sickness in my stomach (but I personally think it stemmed from worrying for my friends than something wanting to hurt me) and I thought I imagined a presence. I went to bed that night worried for my friends and I had a strange dream. I was making a list over and over in my head about things someone would need if they suddenly awoke in a distant and fantastic land (like Middle Earth, or something else from fantasy). I made a list of everything modern we would need. My dream also listed the weapons we'd need. Hunting knives for each of us and a cross bow.
I woke with a start to feel a presence in my room that didn't feel like my Dom at all. I went to lay back down and I saw on my nigh stand, a loaded crossbow with green and yellow bolts lying beside it. Without thinking I reached toward it and it melted through my fingers into oblivion. The presence in my room seemed to think it was amusing that I reached for the 'crossbow' and that I was disappointed when it 'vanished'. I immediately forced up my own mental shield and pushed it away. This also seemed to amuse it, but it retreated.
The next night Dom began acting strangely. Never before that night had he ever been so animated. Knocking masks down from my walls, turning my bed covers back, turning books in my book shelves upside down, opening my window without opening my blinds. He was restless and I couldn't find out why.
The next night after that a new presence came into my house just as my now nightly nausea faded. A new silhouette that I had never seen before. He is about 3 and a half feet tall, lithe but slightly muscular, with spikey hair of about three inches, and rather sharp facial features. He didn't interact with me, or say or move anything. He simply paced in a large circle around me rather quickly. He looked at me only out of the corner of his eye and kept his almost undivided attention on the outside of his circle. He didn't seem to want to hurt me so I didn't mind him at all. I just put up my mental shield to let him know I could defend myself, but it went right through him. It didn't push him away at all. In fact, for the past 10 days (since he came here) I haven't been able to close my shield or even reduce it in size (and that is exhausting). My little pacer seems to be keeping it open.
Not long after my shield got stuck open, a huge shaggy wolf-like head silhouette popped into my darkened living room and took a violent snap at my little pacer. The pacer paused only a moment in his movements until he seemed to realize that the wolf-head couldn't get through my shield (during the vicious snap its nose made a loud cracking noise like it had run into a brick wall when it hit my shield). After the failed attempt it left angrily and hasn't returned.
My pacer has not left my side since. Always running in circles. Dom doesn't react to him at all. They don't interact. Dom is still acting in strange ways though. When I was packing to go home for the weekend Dom darted over to my bookshelf and knocked out on of my moleskin journals. The only blank one I had, and he wouldn't stop fidgeting until I began to write in it. He calmed significantly when I packed it to take with me.
And now after we thought all of our symptoms were fading they are beginning to come back. Eliza is beginning to hear her voice again, and I saw a small wolf-like silhouette about the size of a red fox trotting through a theater I went to yesterday. I got the feeling from it like it was a mischievous youngster who knew it had successfully ditched its very over-protective mother.
I have no idea what any of this means or if any of our 'symptoms' are related. But I would greatly appreciate feedback from anyone patient enough to read this story.