Shadow Person Or Ghost

This is my first time posting my story and its everything that has happened so far in my life until I moved countries, from Bulgaria to England. (And please excuse my english, as I don't know how to say a lot of things.)

It all started when I was a young child. My mum and my dad had a small apartment, located right next to my grandmothers apartment building. When I say small, I really do mean small; all of us slept in one room. They slept on a double bed, while I had my crib (just to clarify the crib could change from a babys, to a bed for an older child). It also had a living room, kitchen and bathroom. During the winter me and mum would sleep in the living room as it is the warmest and dad will stay in the bedroom because he likes the cold. (This is important, you'll find out later why)

Anyway my memory is a bit weird as I can remember almost everything I did as a child, earliest memories from when I was 2 until 11. (I'm 16 at the moment) However I don't remember a lot of recent things, some are small, others are important but I just can't remember them very well or at all.

So my first encounter with these ghosts/spirits was when I was 3 and me and my mum were sleeping in the living room, while dad was in the bedroom. I woke up suddenly needing the toilet, so I got out of bed quietly to not wake my mum up. The TV was still on and really bright so I could see the kitchen door, which is right next to the living room and a bit of the bedroom door. As I walked towards the door, the end of the hallway was very dark. I reached for the light switch which was outside the bathroom and suddenly this black, shadowy hand grabbed my wrist really hard almost like a slap. I wasn't scared just shocked and it took me about 3 seconds to switch on the lights. I looked around but nothing was there. Dad was still asleep and so was mum, it wasn't anyone from my family as we live on the 7th floor, it was the middle of the night and most of my family lives across town besides my grandmother can't walk so she couldn't have disapeared so fast.

Anyway I wasn't scared just really confused. I went back to bed after I finished my business. A couple of months after that I was sleeping in my bed and mum and dad were still up watching TV, when suddenly this breeze of cold air brushed against my right cheek and whispered my name. I immediately stood up thinking it was my mum as it sounded like a female voice, but no one was in the room. She was in the kitchen washing the dishes while dad was cleaning up the table. (I could hear her in the kitchen and this was right in my face). The windows are closed and so is the door. Stuff like this continued happening until we moved to a new apartment when I was 7.

It was much bigger and we had the toilet and bathroom seperated. Everything was so much spacious. Nothing happened in the first couple of months in the house, but then the whisper thing happened again. This time I was scared. It escalated quickly when I tried to ignore it from things flying off the shelves to shadow people walking around the house. However it only happened to me not to mum or dad but just to me.

A year after we moved mum and dad got divorced, so it was just me and my mum. She had to start working now, so she wasn't home for most of the day. My other grandma came to visit me sometimes as she was worried about me being alone all the time, but I always had my best friend come over so I was fine. However because she was always at mine, she started to notice strange things in the house as well.

One time we were getting ready to go out, but got side tracked with gossip and then my mum called to say she was on her way home so we decided to wait for her. (Her work was only 30 minute away by walking) We sat on the couch, nothing was on; no TV or anything, just us sat and messing about. Then all of a sudden my friend stopped and looked at the glass living room door, the design of the door was made so that you could only tell shapes of humans no features of the face. I asked her what she was looking at and she just turned around and said nothing and laughed. Then I saw something dark move past the door and so did she, as we both turned to look and then it happened again.

We both looked at each other as if to say 'What the freak was that!', but instead turned to the door again to see if it happened again and it did. It looked like the shadow of a man, but the man was the shadow and it was moving really fast. At this point we are freaking out, I call my mum and tell her to hurry up home. Then I grab a knife and go about to search the house while my friend is freaking out behind me. Now I don't why I though that a 12 year old girl with a knife could do something while her friend is shiat scared, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

We checked everything in the house, but no sign of anyone else. Mum came back home and we both hugged her and decided to stay with her because we were both worried about her being in here alone so no matter how terrified we were we stayed, but nothing happened when mum was there.

Soon after I decided to tell my mum what was happening from the beginning. Here I'm going to mention that my family has a long history of psychics and mediums in it, as well as some witch history or so my great grandmother told me. My mum looked really disturbed at this point and told me she had a dream about demons living in my room. So she decided to bless the house but nothing happened, it didn't stop. She then decided to put a Virgin Mary picture in my room, the minute she came in the room with the picture my head was hurting so much I couldn't stand it, I insisted she take it out but she didn't.

I left it in the room but turned the face upside down so she wouldn't look at me, I couldn't even go passed the church without my head killing me it just gave me this strange feeling of being scared when I walked passed it.

A couple of year later mum got re-married and we moved to the UK, nothing strange has happened since except the really strange nightmares and the feeling of always being watched. However until this day I can't stand walking passed a church. I don't think it's ever tried to hurt me, but just make me acknowledge it. Also I haven't ever been afraid of it exactly just shocked.

If you have an idea what it could be please let me know, because it's still a mystery to me however my mum thinks its something negative although to an extent it feels loving to me. I've read loads of things on what it could be still no clue.

If you have an idea please tell me, and also thank you.