The Ghost I Named "feet"

After my older brother left around 2006, I transferred rooms to where his room became my room. For the first few months, it was nice having a larger room. Then one night, I awoke to the sensation of someone standing on my bed. I could feel a shifting weight to my lower left, next to my feet. It stepped to the right, just below me. I was looking, but I couldn't see any form, it was just like an invisible person was walking on my bed. I was quite scared, but I didn't know what to do. What do you even do? So I stayed awake and followed the steps with my eyes. I typically lay on my left side, and I tried to not move too much. The thing had a very set pattern to it. It would walk the perimeter of my bed either clockwise or counter-clockwise. It would then stop for a moment with both feet together either in front of my face, behind my back, or behind my knees. After that pause, it would then return to patrolling the perimeter in the opposite direction it had started with. Since it didn't seem to touch me or interact, and I was really tired, I was eventually able to fall asleep only just before dawn.

Given the frequency of these nightly visits, I came to become used to them. After this most common of occurrences, I named them "Feet". I'd awake in the middle of the night to feel them there, say "Hello Feet" and return to sleep. I'd also encounter Feet during the day; I'd be sitting down playing videogames and I'd feel them walking on the chair. The weight would shift as they walked through and around me. However, this was not the only thing Feet did. I once heard someone calling my name when I was home alone. There was a time when I was shaken awake. You know how you put your hand on someone's shoulder? It was that. I could feel a hand on my shoulder, but it was lighter in some way. As I opened my eyes, I missed the first part of what was whispered directly into my ear, but it ended with "You and me". I use gender neutral terminology with Feet, as whenever I heard their voice, I could never tell if it was male or female. Thus began the physical interactions Feet had with me, where I'd feel myself being touched. A hand pressed against my forehead as if checking my temperature, or my legs being tugged. Even my pillow being moved. This was in my waking day too, feeling a hand trail my spine as I stood sometimes. Whilst I had become used to the walking, which was still the most common occurrence, each of these odd encounters would awaken the fear again. Only after I moved out, Feet didn't follow me.

A few years ago, I opened up to my dad about my experiences and he seemed shocked. He said that my brother had experienced similar, but that when he told my dad, he'd written him off as having been dreaming. He called up my brother and we had a speakerphone conversation. My brother had experienced having footsteps on his floor rather than his bed. He had similar audible and physical experiences, but it sounded like Feet liked my brother far less. His limbs being pulled on or his body being scratched was far more common for him versus having footsteps. Whenever Feet spoke to him, it was more unpleasant. He'd been called a pig, stuff like "Why are you still here?" We were all a bit shook up; my brother and I for having had similar experiences and my dad for not having believed my brother.

My stepmother has been uneasy with the room. She covers her ears when we bring it up because she will "freak out if she knows," but she's had her own indirect experience. She's set her rocking chair she smokes in near enough to the room. She's noted that during the night, it frequently sounds like someone is walking around in there. She's made dad wake up and check too, cause they can sound so real or that they "run to the door" on occasion, like she feels Feet is charging at her. I have no idea who or what Feet is, or how or why they're in that room. Nor am I certain why my experience with them was so tame in comparison to my brother; where he'd be scratched and pulled, Feet invited themselves onto my bed and would touch me normally. Yet Feet seemingly still remains there, still walking about in a long emptied room.