Ever since I was little I could talk to spirits. My mum used to tell me that when I was a toddler I would talk to the wall, saying it's my friend, that he's here to play with me. As I got older, I became more and more interested in ghosts, spirits, anything supernatural. When I was eight, I woke up in the middle of the night with all this information about a twenty year old boy named Tom who was a ghost. I used to cry a lot as a child from anxiety, and I would feel a freezing cold hand rub my arm or back, trying to comfort me. I would look and see no hand, but feel a cold breeze in the form of a hand-shape. Sometimes I would hear him, cooing me, telling me everything's alright. That I should stop crying and it'll be okay.
By the time I was thirteen, I was seeing things. In the corner of my eyes I would see, always a man in a red jacket with black pants and black hair. It was always a blur, but I felt his presence with me at all times. When I was sleeping, watching TV, even changing and taking a shower. I would always talk to "Tom", venting my frustrations or whatever was on my mind when I was bored to him. When I turned fifteen, I used to wake up with cuts and bruises all over my body, not knowing how it got there, not remembering hurting myself. I would always ask Tom if he hurt me and why. My mum thought it was because I couldn't hear him anymore, so he was sad and angry.
Now I'm sixteen and I don't hear or see him anymore. I'm some-what upset by it, I mean he felt like my friend, someone I could confide to. I still feel his presence, however, and still vent to him, even though I know I can't hear him. But I know he can hear me and I think it comforts him that I still talk to him.
However, recently I've been having these weird jabs of pain. For instance, last night I was getting ready for bed when I felt someone stab me with a knife in the side of my breast. At first it felt like a dagger being driven into my body, then it felt like a dagger that'd been sitting in a fire for a while, burning my flesh. Of course I was crying hysterically in pain. I stopped it by screaming it to stop and putting ice on myself. When I woke up this morning, there was a scab like I cut myself and it was healing. I don't understand why this is happening to me. I haven't gotten hurt from a "spirit" in a while, almost six months. I don't know why it happened or by who or what.
I believe that Tom is my guardian. That he protects me. That he loves me. And I love him, however I don't know why he didn't protect me last night. Unless that was him, then I really don't understand why. Why he would hurt me? He used to be my playmate as a child, who comforted me when I cried. And yet he hurt me? I don't know what's happening. Or why I am like this. If anyone can help, please do. It'd be greatly appreciated. Thank you.