I have to be honest, even though I read the instructions thoroughly, I'm still not sure if writing this on the right page.
When I was younger, I used to feel like something was following me around the house. Once I even thought I caught a glimpse of it. A dark shadow in the corner of my eye. This, I am aware of, was probably just my imagination playing a trick on me, but nevertheless, I consider it a part of the story.
I used to have a desk that had been at my grandmother's house. One morning when I got out of bed, I noticed compact powder on the desk. Neither I, nor my mother used make-up. I asked my mother why she had given it to me and she had no idea of what I was talking about. I showed her the box and she told me that she had bought it several years ago, but she hadn't seen it for a few years.
Another thing which appeared on my desk was a children's book, which I recognized when I looked though it, but my mother couldn't remember reading me the book, and didn't understand how the book or the compact powder had made its way to my desk.
When I was about 10-12 years old, I was in the Philippines with my cousin. I remember waking up one morning and seeing someone walk into my cousin's room. I figured it must've been her mother (this figure was only a few metres away from me), but when I got there, there was only my cousin in the room, sleeping. This, I also realize could just be a figment of my imagination.
For the past few years, I've been feeling like an emotional sponge. By that I mean that I share the mood of whomever I am with or close by to. Every night I feel drained and empty. It feels as though I have no feelings or opinions of my own, because I am constantly filled up with the feelings of others.
I'm not sure if I am scared of the dark or if it is something else, but I can very often feel a presence. It doesn't feel like someone dangerous, nor someone unharmful, it just feels like this presence is standing in my room, constantly staring at me. I also feel something almost "chasing" or hurrying me around the apartment sometimes, but that could also be imagination, as I am well aware of.
Without being too specific, I have also felt the uncontrollable urge to cry when something, that would hurt me once I found out, was occurring.
I may also point out that my great-grandmother was somewhat of a self-proclaimed psychic. I'm not sure about the specifics on this part though.
What I guess that I'm hoping for, and this is why I'm not sure if I'm on the right page or not, is help to understand and channel these emotions and maybe try to figure out more about the presence that I am sensing. I just wish I could make sense of more.