Now, I just want to say that I'm not very new to the 'super natural.' I've been having the paranormal happen to me my whole life.
When I was little, I used to have a companion that I referred to as "The Old Man." It scared my mom badly when I would begin just to talk to him because she couldn't see him. From what I remember, he was a grandfather that had died, but that isn't the story I'm telling today.
My mom divorced my dad when I was about ten or eleven and we all just left our rental property. My mom and I moved into a condo near my school and we got a dog. That was the agreement I gave her, if we moved, I had to have a dog. So we got a beagle-mix, and named her Holly (no it wasn't Christmas time either, it just seemed like a good name). We took her home and everything was fine, for awhile at least.
We'd been living in the condo for about two weeks before we got the dog and my mom had let me do most of the painting and stuff. So she was usually reading or something while I worked (I like doing the flooring and painting so it wasn't a big deal). But I started getting the feeling someone was watching me. I'd shut doors and cabinets just so I could work. I could hear scratching sounds behind me and only when my mom left for work did the things get weirder. Things would go missing and turn up in completely random places--like a paint roller ending up in the toilet bowl.
I would ignore these things because they weren't that bad. But then things got weird. My radio would turn off and I'd turn it back on, only to find as soon as I turned around it shut right back off. The painter's tape would disappear off the walls and be balled up in the corner of another room. I was creeped out, but I didn't tell my mom.
When we got the dog, I figured whatever was bugging me would just leave me alone. It did, but it turned abusive towards my dog. Holly would be sitting on the floor and suddenly yelp. She watched things that weren't there pace around the room. One time I touched her while she was watching something and she gave a sort of half growl, half whimper.
I remember that she'd suddenly have her collar (visibly) pulled, (she had a choke chain on for training) and she was dragged to her cage where she was locked in. I got fed up with this and told whatever it was to just leave the dog alone. It did.
I figured I was done with it. But after a few weeks, I started seeing shadowy figures walking around the place. I would hear tapping sounds from other rooms. Mind you, eventhough the walls between my neighbors and I is sound proof, I would hear voices whispering.
The constant feeling of being watched came back and stayed no matter how many times I would shut things. My hair would get pulled when I was watching TV, my cellphone would constantly end up in the refrigerator and my bedroom door got in the habit of locking itself.
Soon there would be scratches at my door and knocking sounds came from my closet. Snickering sounds came from the area around my nightstand. My homework would be thrown around the room when I woke up in the morning.
Then it just got scary. I would get the feeling of weight on my chest and my sheet would get pulled off the bed even if I held onto it. When I stayed up late on the computer, I'd catch a glimpse of only what I can describe as an impish figure bobbing around.
One night my door opened and shut and I looked out from under my sheet to see what was there. The imp-thing was staring at the bed from a distance of about three feet. I swear it had almost a reddish hue, but I can't quite be sure. I would guess it was about four feet tall standing up, but it looked hunched over by age, I suppose. It had a pointy hat on, as ridiculous as that may sound. It simply walked over to the foot of my bed and started pulling at my sheets. I held on but it was strong and started making hissing and spitting sounds. Then I felt the sensation of hitting on my legs. It was painful and when it stopped I basically curled up in a ball to sleep.
Now I could have simply played that night off as a bad dream... But I had bruises on my legs when I woke up. Furthermore, a chair by my desk was kicked over and my homework was scattered.
I still get the feeling I'm being watched sometimes, but ever since we got new neighbors the occurrences have subsided. I'm guessing whatever it is likes to haunt the newest residents, so I wasn't all that surprised when the people moved out, complaining of 'bad sound proofing' but the truth is, the sound proofing was brand new on their unit. When the next people moved in, I tried to give them a hint and they laughed it off. They moved out fast, too. In the end, the newest neighbors are hardly ever home. If you know what 'it' is please tell me. I'm curious as to why it doesn't just stay in one unit.
Till next time,
Alex.
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