I don't see ghosts, and I haven't been followed my whole life by one. But ever since I moved in with my dad and his wife things have gotten pretty weird.
I moved from Florida to South Carolina about 3 years ago when I was a junior in high school. I remember one evening walking home from the school bus, I came home like any other normal day and went straight to my room and started petting my cat. No one ever got home until 2 hours after I did so, minding my own business pettin my cat, I hear a man's voice completing a sentence. Random I know! As soon as I heard it I turned my head, and my cat did the same. So I figured it was my dad or uncle came home. Odd because my dad was out of state and my uncle is usually at his business around that time.
Thinking nothing of it I walked in the living room, calling out for my dad and uncle, looked out the windows as well to see if their vehicles were in the driveway. No one was to be found, so I figured ok the TV was on in my dad's room. I checked his room, no TV was on. Swearing I heard this, even my cat heard it, so I knew I wasn't going crazy.
I live on a lake so it can seem very creepy at times, especially at night. I know I'm being watched, I can feel it and not by something living.
Even earlier today I heard dishes moving around in the kitchen. Remembering no one was home, I went in the kitchen and was very freaked out! The bowl on the counter had fallen off another plate. You're probably thinking, "Okay, your point?" When I heard the noise in my room, it was like the dishes were being moved around, not like something just got off balanced and fell.
I have a friend that died down my street last year. We weren't close and I'm not trying to sound like the person who acts like they were close to someone just because they died. But out of respect, I attended his funeral. He wasn't the coolest kid in school but he was the nicest, always trying to fit in. He played football and I had a class with him and another football player. Not one of the football players, including the coach, attended his funeral. This was just months after he graduated. It's like, because he wasn't popular he got no respect. In a way I can relate. I don't feel like I treated him as great as I should have so I do carry guilt. I wasn't the nicest in high school but I was never in full understanding of who I was.
I feel like sometimes he is around. It's hard not to think about him when I have to drive on the road that he got killed on every single day. I used to wonder if maybe it's him around. But then again I don't think I'm someone he would care about visiting as weird as that sounds. I can't explain what I feel in this house but I know it's definitely a ghost or spirit. Not a bad one, maybe just a lost one.
I have very strong faith in God, so I know I'm okay. I just want to know what it is this is that's following me. It doesn't scare me, it just makes me more curious. Every person I feel I can talk to about this with, thinks I'm crazy or being over dramatic, so I am very thankful for this website!