It's Following Me

This is my first time talking about this experience openly. Here goes.

We were living in an old house in England, Brinsley; just above a coal mine, (the house began to sink into the hole, so we've moved now.) My little sister was 6 at the time, and we never really got along, and our mum never saw us even touch each other's shoulder, that's what freaked her out most.

I was 9, and sat in my bedroom drawing which I often did, when my sister came crying to me; talking about seeing something staring at her in the bathroom. (It was about 11am in the morning, and full daylight) Annoyed at her, I'd dragged her with me to the bathroom, to prove there was nothing there; but there was. In the corner of the room I could see a pale grey shadow, about the size of a 17 year old male and very lanky, that just seemed to be looking straight at me. Terrified, I just stared at it, and my sister was still bawling her eyes out. We ran down stairs straight to mum, who was convinced that we DID see something, because I was hugging my sister like I never had before.

Since then, I haven't felt alone for so long, and each time I went into the bathroom I'd feel extremely cold and uncomfortable. It would always watch me, a few times I've heard and seen it on the landing of our house, and my sister had often come into my room complaining about the fact I was moving about, when it wasn't me. It seemed to be drawn to the top floor, because it hardly ever made noises down stairs. My sister and family often complained that we were up to late walking about, dropping books onto the floor, but we were in bed on time. It often made noises, and my sister could only see it in the bathroom. I didn't like attention, and still to this day it makes me uncomfortable, so nobody knew I could see and feel it wandering about.

I am almost certain it's watched me sleep, and when I'd wake up it would still be there. But sometimes, he's in a white uniform, with black and red splatters up the sides, it's not often that he's like that; but when he is, I have to close my eyes. The uniform seemed to be associated with pain, anger and hate; and at that age, I couldn't stand it. But I've grown used to it now.

We moved about 3 years after, and I still don't feel all that right about it. I'm now extremely curious about the paranormal, and have the ability to feel when entities, (living or otherwise) are around me, and can often see apparitions, not to mention I can tell what people will be feeling or doing, before they do it. My sister can also see other people's aura; and apparitions too. Since we've moved, it's been rare that he's even shown himself, I think because he's away from the mine, he can't quite be there. But that doesn't stop him banging and howling.

It went to school with me I thought, because I could always feel it's eyes on my back and face, and I'd try to sit facing the door, mostly because it was unnerving to see it near my friends and family. Over time, my sister got over it, and my parents haven't bothered to ask me about what I can see. What I can feel. I don't what to tell them though, because if I do, I'm afraid they'll take me as a liar, and trying to act like my sister. I don't want that.

They've always worried about her, never me; and I've drifted apart from people. And this scares me, because if I'm alone the thing follows me. It's rare I can see him head on, only when he wants me too. I've named him Nate, mostly because he stood behind someone with that name when I was at school; he doesn't seem to mind all that much. He's not here too often now, but I do sometimes hear him saying something, or see him sat in my old arm chair in the corner of my room.

It's followed me for as long as I can remember since then, and hasn't left. On occasion, I've found him in my room, kneeling down next to a few of the sketches I've had scattered on the floor, and he seems to be flicking through them. He's also there whenever I wake up from a nightmare, either sat on the end of my bed with his hand on my feet, or sometimes kneeling besides my head, touching my pillow. Could Nate be the one causing the nightmares, or helping me wake up out of them?

There are times when I feel more like him than myself, it's an odd feeling. Whenever I get angry I can turn cruel and merciless. I've often been told by terrified friends that they're scared of me, and my eyes go black in my pale face; and when I'm seeing red I look and act nothing like myself. I think it's him, because some people's weakness is anger, and if there's a weak point, you can't blame them for wanting to press through it, can you?

I've also heard my name called, and when I yell out "what?!" there's no reply.

Please, any help on what could be going on would be appreciated, the house was 106 years old when we were there, and that was a while ago; I think Nate might be a miner, or a teenager caught down in the blast. My dad doesn't believe in the paranormal, so it's not exactly something I've grown up to believe, and nor do I do drugs, smoke, drink, etc.

I've had a number of other experiences, but that's for another post. And it's not always Nate either; I can see things in other people's homes, in parks, and graveyards, etc... Is that normal for someone? Am I a paranormal magnet? Am I safe, or has my imagination just gotten away with itself enough to make other people hear and see the stuff too?

Please, any info would be good!