I have heard of spirits following people, but I always seemed to not believe in it, until all these things have been happening to me.
I first started feeling uneasy in my home back in 2004, I would get the sense of being watched, I would get cold spots where it was warm in other areas, the hair on the back of my neck would stand up and just the feeling of being sad. Occasionally I would hear the doors open when no one was home or I'd spot something from the corner of my eye. All of this I passed off as me just being nutty; but I wasn't the only one experiencing it, my mother claimed to hear voices and feel drafts, my nephew couldn't sleep alone in his bedroom because he felt like someone was standing over him.
We ended up moving because my step father got a new job in another town. We moved into this nice cozy family home. For a few months everything was fine, then late one night, when I was home alone (everyone was at my sister's house for poker night) I heard the microwave door close. I went out and there was no one there. Went back into my bedroom and heard it again, went back out, nothing. Finally fell asleep, I was woke up when my movies fell off the shelf. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting upsetting. Over the 2 years of living there; I would experience all of that.
We moved when the landlord sold the house and new owners wanted the home to themselves; so we moved into a new neighborhood. This house was nice. Again a month went by and it was fine, then my nephew started saying he saw a man on the porch, and a white lady in the bathroom in a dress. I would get breezes and drafts, and a very overwhelming sense of sadness. We ended up moving because 1. We didn't like the neighbors and 2. The house had mold growing on the ceiling.
We moved back into our old neighborhood (in a different house) and a year went by; then suddenly the feeling of sadness was back, feeling of being watched, and I could have sworn I saw a man go through my wall; I only saw his shoulders down, but he was wearing clothing from like the 1860s.
This is the house we're in currently. I can not go out on the patio alone, I don't like it, and when I go in the kitchen at night, I have to run, because I just feel something's there. I don't know if this is all coincidence or if I'm just going nutty.
No, I do not take medication and I'm over 20. My family and I share this home and split on the bills.
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