When I was around the age of seven and eight I started feeling things behind me but I didn't pay much attention to it. I lived with both my parents and my siblings in a pink house on Gaviota Street. I thought that I had everything and never really cared for believing in ghosts or whatever until I wanted to use the restroom one night and I blanked out but I woke up in my bed the next day. I thought my dad had put me back in bed or that I had dreamed the whole thing but I saw scratches on me and I started to feel scared and paranoid with anything that moved or with anything that made a sound.
I wanted to tell my parents but I figure they would never believe me so I kept to myself. By the time I was 10 years old I started to hear voices and see things that my dad and mom couldn't see. I felt strange things in the night and kept hearing things over and over again. It got to the point where I had to tell my dad everything, at first he thought that I was playing but I never really joked around with him so he figured I wasn't playing with him. I slept with my parents that night hoping that I could finally get some sleep in peace but then as soon as my dad turned off the lights I saw this figure next to me... I screamed so loud but my dad couldn't hear me, I panicked and tried to move away but I felt stuck. This figure kept looking at me and finally went away, I then screamed as hard as I could and my dad ran to towards me to see what was the matter but when he was next to me the figure came back and my dad saw it... He was able to turn the lights on but that figure was gone.
My dad thought that I needed some spiritual counseling but instead he took me to church and I sat there while the pastor and my dad prayed for me. I thought to myself..."everything is going to be okay now"...but it got worse. That night I got scratched in my feet and pulled down under the bed... My sister felt it too since I was sleeping next to her. I was in shock and blanked out for what seemed like hours. My dad decided to move so that I could feel more relaxed and be able to sleep during the night. We moved into an apartment that had low rent and two rooms. I was happy to be away from that house on Gaviota. The second night after we settled in I heard voices in the kitchen and figures in the dark but I was too scared to scream anymore. This went on for three years and then they stopped.
I entered high school as a freshman and felt like my childhood experience had finally gone away, but I started dreaming weird things that didn't make sense or sometimes they were just about me dying. I spoke to my dad hoping he could give me an answer to everything and he told me that usually when people dream of themselves as dying it actually means they will live for a really long time. I believe in what he says but I am now 16 years old and I still see things I'm not supposed to see or even experience... I'll admit that I'm scared at times hearing things while I'm in school or simply walking by myself, but I know I'm not crazy or anything. My dad says I must have done something when I was little... Something that has to do with worshiping someone that's dead or something but I never did anything. I wonder if that figure I saw was trying to tell me something or just trying to scare me... I still see it in dreams and I don't care if people don't believe me but both my dad and I know what happened that day.