I have a history with the paranormal. Ever since I can remember they've been around me. When I was young I used to play with my toys on the floor of my room and I could just feel someone watching me. It wasn't just my imagination, like my mother tried to tell me. This was real. I could not only feel it looking at me, but I could feel it around me, like my body somehow knew it was there, even though my eyes couldn't see it. Of course, being a child, the experiences would frighten me a great deal. They only continued to progress as I got older. The spirits began showing themselves to me. They always appeared as these weird forms. They were completely human in form, but it was like the colors were muddled and I couldn't make them out completely. Not that I ever tried to really. I saw them and I bolted. They scared me more than anything.
I grew older and we moved into a different house. I was around twelve then. When we were looking at the house, I would walk upstairs and just sit in the middle of my to-be room. The house felt so welcoming, so inviting. I loved it because I had never felt that before. I always felt threatened and fearful in my own house. But it seemed like, once we moved in, the feelings in the old house transferred over into my new one. I was absolutely terrified to even walk up the stairs, let alone enter my room. And I most definitely did not want to go anywhere near my closet which had previously excited me. I never had a closet before. I thought I would rid myself of the experiences once I moved to a new house, but it was like they followed me. And my moving only made them worse. Within the first few weeks of moving in, I was alone in the house. Nothing was on as I hadn't yet gotten around to it. I was sitting on the chase at the bottom of the stairs when a laugh ripped through the house. It was this chilling cackle of a noise that I still remember to this day. It wasn't from outside. It couldn't have been. It was so incredibly loud, and it echoed.
I spent the next few years trying to cope with the things I was experiencing. I was that I had a gift and should try to harness it. So I began meditating, kept a journal of the events, tried talking to the spirits. There were two of them then. I don't know how I knew there were two, as I only ever saw them in shadows and the only one who ever spoke was the female, but I know that there was a male with her as well. I tried everything to sharpen my "gift" and maybe, somehow, get them to move on and leave me be but it only made the experiences worse.
I eventually got fed up. I decided to try a different tactic. Ignoring them. I figured if I ignored that these things were happening, then they would stop. I mean, they never happened to anyone else in my house. And no one believed me when I told them what I was experiencing. I just wanted it all to end. It seemed to work for a while. The experiences became fewer and fewer. I became pro at ignoring everything, and eventually it seemed to just all go away.
Then things started back up a few months ago. At first it was easy to ignore, just little flickers of shadows in my peripherals. Odd feelings. Nothing I couldn't overcome. But lately it seems to be getting worse. It's like they aren't playing anymore. They want me to see them. A few nights ago I came out of the bathroom and turned down the hallway to go back to my room when I saw a shadow figure right outside of my door. I could see it so perfectly. I didn't think, I just ran straight through it and into my room. It's like that was its cue. It knew I could see it then, and ever since it won't leave me alone. Even during my writing of this story it showed itself. I could see it plain as day walking by the opposite end of my bed. It can't be my eyes playing tricks on me. My bedroom light is on and I have lime green walls. My room is bright! This was dark yet transparent. Like a shadow. Only it's eleven PM and I live on the second floor. It wasn't a shadow.
I just really want all of this to stop. I'm tired of feeling helpless. For seventeen years I've been dealing with this. I've tried everything. I've tried communicating with it and seeing what it wants. It only makes it act up worse. I've tried ignoring it and look what that's got me. I just had a shadow figure walk to the edge of the bed that I'm sitting on. I could feel the cool of it. I'm scared and I just want this to stop. I don't know what to do.