Ever since a young age I had been spiritually inclined. I could sense presences and, at times, where they were located. As I got older I had a run-in with a shadow man which made me want to close the door to the spirit realm; however, as I found out after high school, one cannot close that door all the way.
I started hearing bangs, footsteps, scratching, talking, and the sensation of being watched when no one was home. I did my research to see if a person can be haunted, for everything that started was either in my old room - which is on the other side of the wall my headboard is at - or my room. I've even been told that my room feels as though you've been transported to another world.
It wasn't until recently, August 2013, that I stopped feeling alone physically and spiritually. This is a big change for me, because all I remember from a young age was that I always felt alone despite the large number of friends I had.
In fact, come January 2014 I never wanted to socialize with the outside public, for I already had someone with me. When they were around, which was ninety percent of the time, I felt pure bliss. When they were gone I could sense that I was alone again.
I knew they couldn't be a tulpa or imaginary friend because of my black and gold wrist watch. It, along with my amulets and pocket knife, is the only object I am constantly wearing. The watch and knife I remove from my being at night, and place on the bedside table.
Then one day I woke up to find my watch had lost at least four hours. I couldn't understand why. It was a brand new watch. The battery was new. I don't sleep walk, so I had no way of reaching over, stopping the watch, and then restarting it hours later.
I figured the cold night had slowed the battery, put it on, and thought nothing of it. Until it happened again this time on a warm night. I started to search for an explanation, but found none other than the fact the watch might be faulty. I had hoped not, for I really loved it.
The hours it stalled were at random, but all when I was asleep. Eventually, I chalked it up to something having attached itself to me, and chuckled each time it happened; although it threw me for a loop once. I wanted to get up at seven, and I did judging by my watch.
After roughly five incidences, my watch ceased losing time. It kept the hour well into September. I had gone on a vacation with my girlfriend to a house with a malicious like spirit upstairs. We fought a lot, I got smacked in the face, and by the end of it I just wanted to go home.
I felt alone, abused, and unwanted. As soon as I walked through my bedroom door, I wept. I felt loved. I felt as if everything was right again. Then, as if on cue, the next day my watch had stalled. I joked to myself that at least someone had missed me.
It hasn't stalled once since the night of my return.
It would be great help if someone could give me some insight on this. I would very much appreciate it.
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