When I was 4 years old, my parents bought a piece of property in a somewhat new neighborhood, and had a house built. It was your average traditional home. For a long time, my house was normal. However, once I turned 7, things started to feel off. I began to feel overwhelming feelings of fear and dread. I felt as if I was being watched.
There came a point where I would cry every night because of how scared I was. Not a silent, crying under the covers kind of thing. A screaming out for my mother or father with tears streaming down my face. Eventually, I was sleeping with my parents every night. I only ever felt this way in my room. I felt it occasionally somewhere else in my house, but it was very evident in my room. I tried to tell my parents that there was something in my room, but they just assumed I just had an overactive imagination. After a few months, I started sleeping in my own bed again. When I was around 9, some new neighbors moved into the house across the street, and the eldest boy and myself became very good friends. We liked to venture out into the woods and let our imaginations run wild.