It started when my grandmother was still alive about 6 or so years ago. She would wake up in the middle of the night and wake my sister and myself up so we could come talk to the man that was sitting at the table. Naturally our parents told us to go back to bed. Things went missing small things you would quite notice until you actually went looking for it. Keys were a big one, shoes, shirts, and leashes for our two dogs just random things. It stopped after she passed away 5 years ago. It started back again 2 years ago.
At first it was a little frightening my dogs would wake up barking and growling you could hear someone walking up and down the hallway. The doorbell would ring. A lot of small stuff disappeared just like before. I learned to live with it. It liked it when I spoke to it. It would never cause me any physical harm. I think it was a little girl. No one else has lived in my house expect for our own family. My TV would turn to child cartoons at night if I left it on. It became a game for us like hide and seek. It would take things and when I would find it then it would take it again. It had a fascination with my earrings and necklaces.
Well I moved out of my parents house about 6 months ago and my aunt went through some hard times and had to move in. Well we were talking one night and she said something about the bed was shaking like someone had come up from the bottom and hit it; my bed is a platform bed and it very very difficult to move, she said that she woke up and the rocker was shaking like someone had just gotten out of it.
My mom said that she had heard the door slamming and the dogs barking at night again. I was no longer afraid of this person or something that visited me all during the day but it seemed to be angered when I would longer stay at my parents house and it taking it out on my aunt. I was just wondering if this could my grandmother trying to contact me or some else trying to tell me something.
Please only serious answers it has started to scare my aunt and my mother. I do not know what to do.
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