When I was little, we lived in North Miami, Oklahoma, and my mom and her mom used to tell me there was a spirit in the house. For a long time, I thought they were kidding to scare me, but after awhile I started to believe them. Sometimes I would lay in bed at night and hear a little boy talking. He would be calm at first, playful even, but he would get angry when I didn't reply.
It went on like that for a while and finally I told my mom. She talked to me about it for a few minutes, and before I went to play with the other kids my mom told me to talk back. I looked at her like she was crazy and she just nodded and said, 'try it'. That night at about 11pm, the little boy started talking to me again. I couldn't understand exactly what he was saying, but I got down with my toy box and pulled out a few things, explaining how to play games and talking to him about why I liked playing with them. He laughed and it echoed a little before my cousin walked in and asked who I was talking to. I looked up quickly and said no one, because I couldn't see him, I only heard him.
When I was 11, we moved to Sand Springs, Oklahoma and lived there for a year. During that time there was little activity, but I could still feel the little boy with me at times. By the time we moved to Quapaw before my freshman year, I could no longer feel the little boy with me.
For about six months, I felt normal, but one night walking around with my cousin, I saw a tall man with pale blond hair and pale skin following us. He was dressed in dark clothes and he looked distressed. I called back to him and my cousin, Kyle, asked me who I was yelling at. I pointed at the man and Kyle called to him, too, but he stopped walking and turned around when Kyle hollered. We shrugged at that and just went home.
That night, when I was trying to go to sleep, I could hear a man speaking. His voice was deep but slightly raspy and when I opened my eyes I saw him standing at the end of my bed in front of the bed my sister slept in. I was so scared I couldn't move, but I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was waking up and it was sunny. Before my freshman year ended, we moved to Anderson, Missouri.
We lived in a secluded, wooded area next to a cemetery and I would go sing to myself in the cemetery sometimes. I wasn't making many friends at that school, so I spent my free time alone. I would make the songs up and sometimes I walked among the graves. I never felt threatened as long as I stayed near the gazebo, but my mother and hers believe I brought something home with me. We only lived there for a few months before the evil in the house got to be too much for us and we left after my suicide attempt.
We are currently living in a house in Welch, Oklahoma and I still see the tall pale man. I live in a small apartment across the driveway from my mom and my parents and siblings refuse to enter my room. Sometimes I wake up with bite marks and others I wake up because something is thrown at me, although I sleep in that room completely alone. Sometimes I talk to him when I'm in there and I think he likes it. I can feel an angry tension in the room when I bring a male in, therefore my boyfriends refuse to enter as well. Many of them break up with me claiming to have been woken up by a tall pale man. I think whatever it is may be a bit possessive.
We anointed and blessed the house, but he's still there and I think he'll be with me for a long time. I have now found a boyfriend who isn't scared by my 'roommate's' warnings, but I still feel uneasy with him in my life. My grandmother said I attract spirits to me and that I may have 'psychic abilities', but I'm not sure I believe in it. I tried not talking to it, but it only made it furious, and I make anyone who comes over (females, guys refuse) acknowledge him when they come to visit.
My mother yells at him and orders him to leave, but sometimes I swear I can hear him growl at her. I still live with it, and it's beginning to feel like just another part of my life, but I decided to share my experience.
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