I am only 12 years old, this event happened only a year ago. My family is only made out of my mom and my sister, so you can imagine how often I was left home alone. I was always able to feel presences, in fact my mom often has dreams about what will happen in the future.
I was in Colombia, in my mom’s house. When we first moved there, it felt like a pretty light energy around the house. Nothing dark, or “heavy”.
That was until around the third month, I was home alone, as always. But this time, it wasn’t normal. When I got home that day, I suddenly had a really bad headache. My dog never went into my room, even when we first got to that house, so it was pretty weird when I found him right in front of my bed, laying down.
My first thought, he must be enjoying the wind. But that’s when I realized, I never left my window open. For the next few hours, I slept on my bed with my dog by my side. When I woke up, I woke up to a black tall shadow of what it seemed like a man.
I froze when I realized he was right next to my door.
At first I thought it was all a dream, so I closed my eyes. But when I saw it standing still, right next to the door of the place I slept, in the house my whole family live in, I started panicking. My first reaction was to close my eyes and pray for it to go away. It didn’t happen.
Weeks pass by, and I can’t sleep anymore. The thing is still there, I don’t tell my mom or my sister because I’m afraid they might laugh at me and call me childish. I start having nightmares about this thing. The last nightmare I remember having is the house being dark, I had just woken up and felt dizzy.
My mom apparently wasn’t home yet, My sister and I were sleeping on her bed. But I saw a shadow, this time a girl, it looked like my sister. She was crying behind my sister’s door. I knew it wasn’t my sister because the shadow was completely dark, but there was still moonlight coming in. I felt like the shadow was crying because it was being tormented by another presence.
That’s when I knew, the man behind my door wanted to hurt me, and my family.
Many times I had tried to stand up to it, and tell him he wasn’t welcomed. But it only made him angrier, and angrier. I felt powerless, and weak because I wasn’t able to get him out of my life. Once I was home alone again, he would bang the doors, I would bang the glasses, and just tried to scare me.
I was already used to the fact that this presence might not leave my life ever. Until I got tired of it.
I stood up one day and not knowing what I was doing, I started screaming, telling him to stop and go fuck himself. I was tired of being harassed, and living in fear of what this creature might do to me. I did it for 3 days, and in the fourth day, I could finally sleep soundly. It was a horrifying experience. I don’t know what it was, or how I got rid of it, but even know, a year later, I still have nightmares, and sometimes I see him outside my backyard door. I know it’s him, I can tell.
It seems like no matter what I do, it follows me everywhere I go. Even if I move out of the country.