Things that I can't rightly explain have been happening to me for a long time. I don't know if I'm psychic or not, but I need help because I can't keep living like this.
During the summer it is very hot so I don't sleep in my room, which is in the attic. Very strange things have happened in the attic and around that area so I don't like to be up there and I try to stay downstairs as long as I can.
In the past, I have seen shadows that move on their own and literally seen what I thought was my brother or sister when it could not have been them.
The first thing I can remember happening is being in my room and getting ready to do laundry. I was picking up all of my shirts putting them into a basket so I could do laundry, and was about to take off the shirt I was wearing so I could put it in the basket as well when my little sister walks in. I told her not to come in but she did anyway. I got fed up and sent her downstairs. She left the door open a bit. I yanked the shirt off and threw it in and was picking up a different one to put on when I saw her go by again. She was wearing the same clothes, same height--but I didn't see her face and she just walked by into the other room of the attic. I followed her, so I could send her downstairs but she wasn't even there. I then heard her yelling at my brother downstairs for him to give her the remote. This was maybe two or three years ago.
I, my mother, my best friend Melissa, and my best friend Anna have seen the shadow people that move around. Not so much lately, but I have definitely been seeing and feeling things.
Last year, Melissa, after I told her about my happenings, told me one night she heard weird sounds coming from my closets. Anna, at a sleepover after that, thought she saw me kneeling in the living room pointing up at the ceiling but when she looked back I wasn't there. [Those were both separate occasions.]
I have also come up to my room one time after getting a shower, and I felt very sick. Just wanted to change and lay down to go to sleep. I was getting ready to when I heard very heavy panting from the closet. I wasn't scared at first because I thought it was my dog Gordon. He's a pitbull. Then I realized that he is too fat to get upstairs and he's not even allowed up here. It scared the crap out of me. I got out of there as fast as I could.
A week or so ago I moved back into my room. I have had nothing but nightmares since. I often wake up at four, either from a bad dream or just out of, well, not sure actually.
Two nights ago I had the scariest experience yet. There were two. The fist is not so bad. I fell asleep with the cat at the foot of the bed. When I woke up at around 2:50, the foot of the bed specifically was shaking. I assumed the cat was scratching itself. I moved my foot to the left, not to kick the cat but to shush it. The bed continued to shake even as I moved my foot but the cat was NOT there. I was weirded out but not immediately terrified. I kind of leaned over to see if I could see the cat but it was definitely not there. At 3:05 I texted Melissa, mostly to make sure that it happened and wasn't a dream. I wrote "Ok this is weird. I just felt my bed shake like the cat was scratching. It spent the whole night sleeping at the foot of the bed. I'm trying to fall back asleep so I move my foot to the left to kind of shush the cat and it's not there even though seconds ago I felt the bed shake."
At 3:33 I sent her this text. " I just has. Dream tur ghost was trying to suck my breath away and we were on the phone or Skype and I jump trying to ignore it so I can get dressed and Dylan calls to me and tells me to get dressed downstairs because he can hear the crept thing. AND then Mallory [my sister] starts misbehaving and mom yells at Dylan for some reason and he's making the weird chuffing noises and sobbing. It was so weird up. Wtf. I didn't even sleep long enough to have been able to dream properly what is going on? "
It was such an awful dream I almost cried and I couldn't fall asleep. I literally felt like the ghost or whatever was trying to suck my breath out of my chest. It was so scary. I opened my computer, because I couldn't lay there in the dark. I was talking to my friend who lives in Australia [It was daytime there] and talking to her about it. I had to turn my music on because I kept hearing whispers and strange sounds that scared the hell out of me.
PLEASE help me and tell me what is going on here. I don't know what to do. Does it want me to help it or is it trying to hurt me? I'm scared. I have two bibles in my room, one in the bedside table by my bed.
**Also, when we moved into the house there was a bible shoved into the wall in the basement. Someone took it out after a while but I put it back when the activity in the house began to scare me. PLEASE tell me what to do.
I can't readily burn sage or anything, because I am broke and my family will yell at me and say I'm being crazy.