Ever since I was little, I can remember him being with me. I never saw him, but I could tell that the spirit watching over me was male. In fact, my parents would humor me and say that I couldn't let the man in my room. The man would still be in my room, I could always feel him.
When I got older, and thought it silly to talk to something I couldn't see, things started happening. Like a child acting out for attention, the Man (As I often called him), would do things to get me to react. He would turn on the lights, and as soon as I turned them off he would turn them back on. I was only 8 years old when this started happening. Things kept going like this until we moved into a new house. We moved, because of a very bad accident I had. For some reason, I still don't understand why, when I was riding my bike, I was run over by a car. I don't remember much about it, but the sight of a car grill right beside me still haunts me. I still don't know why I didn't see the car coming.
When I was 11, the new house seemed like a haven. A 2 acre yard, 2 story house in a small town with 89 people. I had ADHD, and it felt amazing to be able to go outside and run and play with the dog. But this beautiful house had some bad memories, we just didn't know how bad. A elderly man had passed away there, peacefully in his sleep. I can remember going up to the park, and feeling the Man there with me.
Things quickly escalated in the new house. It didn't feel like the spirit I was comfortable with anymore. It felt dark, heavy. A friend once told me that she didn't want to be alone in my room. She said the she felt like something was going to hurt her. Almost everyone that entered my bedroom felt the same way.
One night I was laying in bed, where I had been all day because I felt sick, my back started feeling weird. I went downstairs and asked my Mom if something was wrong with me, and pulled up my sweatshirt for her to look. She said I had criss-crossed scratches all over my upper back. They were gone the next day.
Although I had a good life, got the things I wanted, (My nickname was Princess), I fell into a strange depression. I purposely kept myself isolated, preferring to be alone rather to be in a crowd. I never really joined the party crowd either. I would stay home, keeping myself in my room with my music blaring. I started hurting myself and was suicidal for a time. I was very aggressive, and only felt calm when I was alone in my room. Once when I went to bible camp, I got sick and had to go home after only 3 days. On my return, my Mom said, "Your ghost missed you. He turned the TV to VH1 (My favorite channel at the time) and turned the volume all the way up." I still hadn't told my Mom about my paranormal experiences, so its strange that she knew.
A short time after I got my depression under control, my Mother started acting strange and having anxiety attacks. A prominent one in my memory being in the car. She was very scared, and when I asked her what was wrong she pointed towards the dam, saying, "The bad man wants me to jump. He wants me to die." Shortly after that, she was admitted to the psych ward. After many in and outs there, she was sent to a group home. One night she disappeared. We found her at the same dam, attempting to jump. Its been over 2 years since then, and she's had 10 suicide attempts and hospitalized over 15 times.
I am now 19 and I live in my own house now with my fiancee, and still have paranormal things going on. Right now I can feel something watching me as I write. It still feels like a dark energy. And whatever it is, it doesn't like my fiancee. My fiancee has heard something saying, "Get out. Stay away from her." Which we can only take as the spirit being jealous of him. Here, I've seen black orbs and other unexplained things, and these are the first things I've seen in my life. I've thought I've seen things, but it was out of the corner of my eye, so I can't tell for sure.
With this activity still going on, and seeming to get worse with time, I am wondering if I need to feel frightened. Things have gotten worse as my fiancee and I have moved in together and started making wedding plans. How bad will things get once we are married? I don't think I should fear for myself, but for my fiancee.
If you have any ideas or suggestions about what I should do, feel free to comment.