It started when I was very very young, something like 4 or 5. Me and my family lived in this big old house in the city center of Gloucester. Everyone who ever entered that house always said something just did not feel right about it, as if someone was watching you.
My mum used to find me sitting in front of the wardrobe with both doors wide open and just talking to it. What always freaked her out was that all the clothes were drawn aside like curtains. Doors would open on their own or close when you're not looking. It was the reason we moved.
What my family still don't know is that whatever it was in the house moved out with us. Sometimes I will wake up in the night and see the this face in the corner of the room or near my bed.
Every house we have lived in since has not felt right. Footsteps outside the door, shadows passing by, cold flushes despite having the heating on full wack. I really do believe that whatever was in the first house has attached itself to me. It has never attacked me directly, although it has been known for my stuff to relocate itself.
There was one night in 2007 or 2008 on Christmas night when my pillow was pulled from under me, it flew at least 5 feet and hit the wall.
There was one occasion in 2009 where my mother was asleep upstairs, I was sat in the living room on my laptop. I could feel something in the room, 10 minutes later my mum comes rushing downstairs saying someone said my name in her ear as she slept. This is like 16 years later and it's still with me, in some pictures you can see the face, or mostly an orb.
During a stretch of time in prison, one of the officers said that he thought he saw someone else standing in my cell in the night, but as he activated the emergency check light he realised no one was there. Other inmates would not go near my cell because some of them got cold rushes if they looked through the spyhole. When I moved cell, the new occupant reported a demon attack in the night, he said he woke up and felt like some one was pinning him to the bed by his wrists and ankles. This lead to the Chaplin conducting prays in the cell, I don't really know if the two things are linked, but it is a bit of a coincidence is it not?
What makes the whole thing more creepy and real to me, is the fact that other people have seen shadows near me. Like when you think you see someone in the corner of your eye, but when you look it is gone. But ironically I have grew up with it, so to me it is like a sense of normality because it's never hurt me. But I can tell you this, when I wake up in the night and still see that face in the room it still sends a chill that can't be described down my spine, and keeps me awake for many hours.
It is your choice as to if you believe in this story or not, but it is as they say... Seeing is believing and I see this thing almost daily.
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