Darker Than Black

This is an experience of mine that happened about 3, maybe 4 years ago. It was, without a doubt, the scariest moment of my life. It's an experience I've shared with few- just thinking about it makes my hairs stand on edge.

I sat alone in my house, watching some mindless TV garbage at around 5pm sharp. I remember looking out the window and seeing the sun begin to set. I sat in a green chair, rocking back and forth in a pleasant mood- by no means was I scared or on edge. An ad came up on the TV, and I was just about to flip the channel when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen. Naturally, I turned my head to see if my mom had come home or something of the sorts. There in the kitchen was a silhouette of a hooded figure that was darker than black. Strangely, the silhouette was as clear as day, like that was all there was to the figure. It made the slightest movement with its head and then it was gone, in the blink of an eye- except I didn't blink. In total, the figure was there for less than two seconds, but after it left I got really shaken up. I couldn't stop thinking about what exactly it was, whether it was going to come back, or whether I should do anything. My mind was consumed with negative thoughts. I knew right off back that this thing had never been alive and that it wanted me.

Later on, about 15 minutes later, my mom came home. She wanted to get some groceries, so I decided to come, not wanting to be alone in the house again. We were on the bypass when we passed the thing again. My heart jumped a beat, and then my mind went onto autopilot. I screamed in my head that I never wanted to be bothered by that thing or anything like it ever again, and that if it came back, I'd kill it (even though deep inside I knew I didn't have the power to at the time), and it never returned.

I realize now that it was probably a demon of some sort. The thing that's really starting to bother me now is that my medium side is really starting to shine through. I hear people calling my name when no one's around/talking to me multiple times a day and I also hear laughter and single words and phrases. Two nights ago the spirit of a cat slept on my feet, and I've constantly been aware that I'm not alone and that I'm being watched. I'm caught in a dilemma; I know I need to accept that this is all real, but I'm too scared to accomplish such a feat after this experience. Does anyone have some tips?