It all started when I was 5 years old. I was a little bit into the Supernatural, but I kind of messed with lots of spiritual objects in my lifetime.
I also begin to hear my name being called in my house, at school and at my friend's house. All my friends' houses. They would not believe me in what I am saying.
Then I can sense some beings that watches me and walking around my house. Whenever I'm alone, I would always feel a presence walking or staring at me. When my uncle died in 2006, I begin to feel a new presence in the house. I personally think he is the one calling me all my life or it could be my great-grand parent's spirits telling me something.
My interest in the Supernatural gave me an ability to see the future in my dreams. I had this at the age of 7.When I had one of these 'future sights', I would forget it, but when it happens, I would remember what the dream is and I will hit myself, and typically, my friends don't believe me.
I never had a serious accident in my life. It is as if like, an invincible guardian is protecting me. Like this once I nearly fell downstairs (which would be painful), then I got my footing and I do remember me trying to get my firm grip on the stair's steps.
My supernatural interest grew and my friends are losing their trust in me. I don't really need their help in the supernatural. But this is the last thing which is the weirdest in my life. The accidents that were about to happen to me are always serious, but I always see my friends suffer from normal injuries. (Like sprains)
Hope you all give me some comments about my personal story. May the Gods of Muslim, Buddhism and Christianity protect us all from harm.
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Going back to your story, the spirits were harming your then friends because they probably made fun of you behind your back.
It is quite normal for deceased family members to stay close to the living ones. For the longest time, my entire family believed and still believes my uncle, who died from a brain tumour, frequently visited us. If you are curious which house it was, it was in Kuala Belait, close to Jln Maulana. My sibling and I could see him from the corner of our eyes; he even visited me in my dreams. Scary part, however, was that his visits would be followed by eerie nightmares. Long story short, he got cursed (hence getting the brain tumour) when he went into this shack for shelter. Bad news was the shack was used to rear evil spirits. Creepiest thing was I even got a glimpse of it in the series of nightmares, right after his visit. It was as if my dad and myself were literally there, paralyzed. The next day, I cried and told my dad about the visit in the dream and nightmares; he helped confirm that my uncle did hide for shelter in a shack when it was pouring.
After we moved far from Jln Maulana, we never saw a shadow of him again.