To clear a few things up, I live in Western PA, and I am fifteen. I have lived in this townhouse complex for seven years. What I have been experiencing had only started about a year ago. My home has a lot of negative energy - my mom and stepfather constantly fight, my sister and I don't get along, I have my own personal problems, and the area itself is home to many shootings and killings.
I first began hearing things in the house about this time of year a year ago. I began hearing what sounded like footsteps in the attic. The attic has always been sealed off, so we never tried to get up into it. The footsteps would go back and worth, from what sounded like the far side of my room, to my mom's room. And then magically stop. This could have just as easily been the wind, though.
Then one night I had some friends over. The one, Cassie, fell asleep quickly, but the other, Kelly, couldn't stop looking around nervously. She eventually told me, "Gabbie, I keep seeing people out of the corner of my eye and sitting on the stairs..." I was shocked. I told her I was seeing the same person on the stairs.
Eventually, I began to push this out of my head; I tried to ignore it. Then, it all started again. My mom eventually came to me and asked if I was hearing or seeing weird things. I told her yes, and she told me all that had happened to her. The same weird noises, the same person on the stairs... And something else. She told me she was choked one night by something she couldn't see. She was awake and reading her book, when suddenly she couldn't breathe and she felt as if someone was putting pressure on her throat. She called for my stepdad (I was out, apparently) and the pressure disappeared.
My scariest situation happened a week before my boyfriend from Minnesota was going to visit me in June. I was watching the History channel downstairs, and I was babysitting my two younger siblings. I heard footsteps on the stairs and said, "Lily, go back to sleep." I got no reply. I looked over and nobody was there. I continued to watch TV, when I looked over because I heard my parrot in his covered cage ruffle his feathers... And I saw a faceless man peering down at me over my couch. I screamed, and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, he was gone, but there was a loud banging behind me on the wall. I was crying by now, and called my boyfriend on the phone, him being the only one I could call and he would listen.
Little things had happened since then, nothing that terribly scared me. That was until things started to be thrown at me. My cellphone was thrown from my bed at me and hit my back. An empty sandwich box that was sitting in my garbage flew across the room and hit me.
I'm scared to know what this thing wants and why it's here.
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