In the following paragraphs I will do my best to describe a few of the events that have happened to me through out my short life. Feel free to be skeptical, I have never asked that anyone believe me due to the mere fact that it would be almost impossible to prove that I have had these events happen to me and that I am also not of the insane/mentally ill. I would like to also note that I was born into a religious family. They are skeptics when it comes to this type of thing. I was never taught about any abnormal things dealing with the subject of this site.
When I was very young, probably around 3 or 4 years old, I started to see a tall shadowy man. He had long hair that covered much of his face. Sometimes when I saw him he would be floating, sometimes he would walk with his legs. I never attempted to talk to him, it seemed almost as though his mouth couldn't even move. He followed me for many years. He always had a blank stare on his face but I never was scared while he was around. Over time it seemed like he would reveal himself more and more, I could see different details about him up to the point where he nearly looked like an actual person. Sometimes during the middle of the night I would wake up and see him standing in the middle of the room, always floating, he would raise both of his hands up slowly. When they were finally at about chest level a burst of blinding light would flow through them. When the light had finally faded I could see a different time in the future. I'll use one instance to help describe what it was like. After the blinding light had faded it appeared to be morning, I got out of bed and walked out of my room into the family room. There I saw the man still floating with both of his hands raised to chest level. As I looked around I saw my sister painting (she loves to paint). And my brother playing 007 on the PlayStation 2. I walked over to my sister to see her painting, it was blurred and I could barely see that it was a colorful tree. I looked up to my sister's face... It was gone. I screamed and ran back into my bed where the flash of light re-appeared and it was back to the night. I fell back asleep and woke up the next morning, I headed into the family room and saw exactly what the man had shown me... Well of course my sister had a face and things weren't so blurry but you get the picture.
When I was about 7 years old my dad was showing me pictures of himself when he was a teenager. They were filled with him, his brothers and friends having a good time of course. On the final picture I saw the man who had been following me for almost my entire life. I quickly pointed to him and asked my dad who it was. For the first time in my life I saw my dad cry. When he started to calm down I asked him again. He slowly replied with, "That was my brother and your uncle. He died just before you were born. We named you after him because I miss him so much." I looked up and saw him with a gun and he was bleeding profusely from head. I looked at my dad and asked, "Did he commit suicide? Did he put a bullet through his head?" My dad looked at me oddly and asked, "How did you know?" I have never seen that man again but the feeling that he's watching me or rather watching over me has never left.
This is a funny story. Ok, I was about 14 years old and playing Team Fortress 2 on my PC. I've always liked that game and play it quite often. One day when I was playing it, I was using the sniper class. I was doing quite bad and was kind of frustrated. My hands were freezing so I put them together and in between my legs. I continued to play and immediately got a head shot. I felt like something was wrong, almost out of place. I looked down and realized that I had never moved either of my hands from in between my legs. I had gotten that headshot with my mind. Mind bullets! (Sorry you won't understand the "Mind bullets!" joke unless you're a fan of Tenacious D)
I'm currently 15 and am having a bit of a dilemma. I think I'm being followed or invaded by a demon of some sort.