The Boy In My Closet

My story is in a way strange, for I do not fear anything that has happened. I believe that there is a ghost of a twelve or ten year old boy in my room or technically in my closet and basement. What was weird was that I began to notice this 11 years since I've moved into this house with my Mom.

My very first experience with this boy happened on a hot summer day when I was 16 years old. I had woken up to a horrible thunderstorm. Being terrified of thunder I ran into my walk in closet with a blanket and pillow and closed the door. I lay down to sleep in there, crying from the noise. I suddenly felt another presence within the closet, but it did not feel threatening. It almost felt as if someone decided to sit by my shaking form in an act of awkward comfort. When the storm was over and I wasn't afraid anymore, the presence was gone.

It all began to really start up when I was around 17, which was at least a year ago. My friends and I were having a sleep over for Halloween, and we were all getting ready for bed in my room. I was watching a movie, two of my friends already asleep and my one friend Justine lying on her back behind me. My walk in closet was to my right, and was slightly open. None of my windows were open, and the door to my room was tightly shut. As I watched the movie, I heard Justine squeak out. When I asked her what was wrong, she only muttered back that she saw my closet door move back and forth roughly, as if there was someone pushing it in a fit of impatience or anger. When I looked, not believing what she said, I realized that what she said was true, and the door was now at a different angle.

My next experience actually happened 3 hours later, when I awoke from a deep sleep because of something I heard. When I looked up, I realized that the TV was on and on a full volume, when I know I had turned it off. As soon as I reached for the remote and turned it off, the little night light that I had turned on for my friend Jacqui began to flicker on and off for a minute or so, making Jacqui wake up and ask why it was doing that. I simply replied with the truth, "I don't know."

For the few months after the party, I began to feel as if I was being watched, but it didn't seem threatening at all. It felt like someone was curiously looking at me, as if they were wondering what I was doing. At one point, as I tried to get some sleep for a big day I had, I felt a small hand touch my hair. The touch felt like the hand was made out of pure ice, and only lasted for a minute or so. For the next few nights after that, I would feel someone sitting on my bed staring at me or touching me on my hands, cheeks, thighs or hair. At one point I believe I felt a small figure lying in the bed beside me, but I'm not sure if that was a dream or not.

The first experience that ever truly creeped me out was when I was alone in the house; my Mom and Step Dad were out to dinner. I was working on a sketch for some online friends of mine, and kept running back and forth to get some pencils or an ink pen. At one point, when I was getting another ink pen, I felt a soft pressure in my ear, as if someone's lips were barely touching it. I then heard a little boy whisper right into my ear. I'm not sure what he said, but it either sounded like a giggle or something along the lines of, "What are you doing?" in a quick pace. It scared me completely, and I asked if someone was there. Of course, I didn't get an answer. From then on, I knew there was something in my room, and I believed it was a young boy. Not knowing his name and not wanting to be rude, I began to call the boy "Derek".

It was only until a couple months ago did I finally get to see my little visitor. I was chatting with some friends on the computer, as well as listening to music. I had glanced at the TV because of something that had caught my interest, and my heart almost stopped. What I saw was a young 12 year old boy peeking from my closet door, his clothes almost that of a Victorian or possibly a 1920 style. He had black or dark brunette hair, and his eyes... Were not there. I could not see his eyes all I saw were patches of shadow. He looked to have a curious look on his face, as if he was wondering what I was doing up at that late hour. My whole body froze up at this, and I made myself look away. When I decided to look back, he was gone. I asked if he was there, and as a response my TV flickered.

A week or so ago, I saw him again. I had tried this technique called 'Ghost writing' that a psychic friend told me I should try after I explained my situation to her. I got a few answers from my 'writing'. Until I am able to scan the paper and show you what responses I had gotten, I will type up the questions and answers:

1.) Hello are you here?

A.) Yes I am

2.) Do you like me?

A. Yes

3.) Do you know your name?

A. I don't remember

4.) How old are you?

A. I don't know

5.) Do you have a message for me?

A. I love you

The last answer honestly made me turn a little pink from how blunt and simple it was. Especially since this ghost has admitted that he has feelings for me, which makes me feel at ease. After I finished the writing, I had looked up to put my pencil and paper down, and I saw him again. He was peeking from the other twin bed in my room, as if he was watching me the whole time as I did the ghost writing. Instead of feeling afraid, I gave him a little smile and wave, and with that he was gone.

I have not seen him as of late, but I do feel he is here, watching what I am doing at all times. What is a little scary though is that he does not seem to like any of my friends. He seems to be almost angry that they are intruding into his and my room and taking my attention away from him. Justine and Sarah, two friends from the sleepover, still feel as if they're being watched from my closet in an almost impatient way, waiting for them to finally leave.

As for my basement, one experience happened to Justine that completely freaked her out. She went down to get some things that belonged to her, and wondering if Derek was there, asked if he was there. She then said, "If you're here, give me a sign that you're here." As soon as she said those words, she felt a heavy presence push up against her and glare at her, as if telling her to leave in a silent way. Though I did not see this happen, I saw Justine fly up the stairs into the living room, her eyes wide.

As I type this, I still feel as if he is peeking over my shoulder and watching me, but that could just be paranoia from all that has happened. It is fine if you do not believe me, but I know I believe myself. Derek is living in my room, and he does not like people who are close to me.

Why do you think he 'loves me' or more on the line obsesses over me?

Do I look like someone that he loved in the living?