When I’m writing this I am a 17-year-old girl, so I’ll just dive into the story. I was born January 20, 2002 (I don’t know if I can say this in the post) but this happened 3 days before I was born.
My mom woke up in the middle of the night unable to move or speak, at the foot of the bed stood a looming dark figure. My mom couldn’t wake my dad up because she couldn’t move, all she could do was lay there motionless, she watched as the figure went from the foot of the bed to right next to her.
My mom watched in horror as the shadowy creature reached over at touched her pregnant stomach, it’s hand went through her body. My mom told me that she felt me kicking aggressively before calming down, the shadowy figure disappeared as soon as I stopped kicking.
Fast forward 3 days, my mom was taken to the hospital because apparently, my heart would stop beating and then start beating again this kept happening during one of her checkups. The doctors decided that an emergency C-section was necessary.
After I was born my parents noticed things about me that seemed unnatural, I kept saying that there was something or someone always beside me or following me. I would talk to myself over and over again, my parents thought that I was just talking to my imaginary friend.
My parents got concerned when I kept talking to myself at the age of 6, during this time I was going through some really traumatizing stuff. I began seeing things in the dark, figures that would tower over my body or in my line of sight.
The shadows began to move from only being visible during the night to show themselves in the day, they’re getting bolder now. I don’t know what to do anymore, I thought it couldn’t get any worse. I couldn’t have been any wronger, while the shadow figure began getting bolder I got another thing to worry about. I have something or someone following me, I think it’s a ghost.
At first, I wouldn’t mind that a ghost was following me but it was being aggressive, I would wake up with bruises and scratches all over my body.
In my room things would fall down or be thrown across the room, I had gotten used to the bruises and scratches (which isn’t good).
The following days the shadows were starting to get out of control, they were popping up and running across from me. I can’t step into any church or anything religious because I feel like someone is suffocating me, I’ve had multiple panic attacks during church, so that’s something.
Not only have I had to deal with these Shadows, but I’ve also had to deal with ghosts. I know that sounds weird, I know I sound crazy but hear me out.
When I was 13 I started waking up with scratches and bruises all over my body, I thought I was the cause of the scratching so I trimmed my nails but that wasn’t it.
The scars kept appearing, I would feel someone pull on my hair, pinch me, and even push me causing me to almost get hit by a car, all this went on for almost a year, I’ll call this ghost Hook.
Hook kept messing with me, they did whatever they could to make my life hell that was until one day. I was now 16, I woke up in the middle of the night to what seemed like someone had jumped onto my bed beside me which is impossible because my bed is pushed against the wall, I sleep on the side that isn’t facing the wall.
If someone wanted to jump on my bed they would have to jump on top of me. Whoever had landed on my bed had begun wrestling (?) with someone else, it got to the point where I got too scared that I ended up sleeping in my parents’ room.
The next morning when I went back into my room it was a terrible mess, my bed sheets had fallen off, my posters had fallen down, and things were flown across the room. I was surprised my family didn’t wake up to all the ruckus.
After that night Hook had vanished, I was no longer being pushed pinched or getting my hair pulled, Hook was gone. I thought that finally, I was just going to have to deal with the Shadows, that was stupid of me to think.
The day I noticed my second ghost was when I was in the auditorium after my school had gotten done with an assembly, I have this weird fear of stairs and elevators so I’m usually the last one out, as I was up to the stairs I felt someone’s body hit my own shoulder.
I was a short girl at that time, 4 feet 11 ½ inches to be exact, but I’ve grown I’m a big girl now, 5 feet 1 inch to be exact.
Anyway, this person bumped into me since they were going down the stairs (running might I add which is so unsafe) while I was going up the stairs. Due to their size, they were roughly 6’ 1’ so they were considerably taller than me, I wasn’t strong enough to hold onto the railing so I started falling back. The person didn’t even notice that I was falling, as I was falling I realized that I had stopped falling.
I thought the person had realized what happened and they came back to help me but when I looked back I saw that I was being supported by something I couldn’t see. I was completely shocked, I couldn’t move or make a sound.
I felt the thing place me back onto my feet and I felt it pat my hair and then it vanished? I don’t know what happened, I just felt like whatever the presence was they were gone.
I told my friends and they didn’t believe me, I don’t blame them because I didn’t believe myself. We believed that it was a one-time thing, but we were wrong.
This entity, who I named Peter since something told me that was their name. Peter isn’t as active today as he was a while ago. There were nights when I would cry myself to sleep but I would feel someone hug me and pull me close, the hugs always felt so pleasant and warm in a way.
I’m a very clumsy, forgetful, and no sense of direction girl. I’m always misplacing things and forgetting where I put things but whenever I do misplace things I always end up finding them in plain sight.
I get lost a lot since my sense of direction of worse than anyone I’ve ever met, every time I got lost I would feel someone grabbing my hand or a gentle push towards a direction which always resulted in me finding my way home.
Another thing that happens to me is something that I’ve never told anyone, its nothing serious but I guess it’s cute? So I have something called Misophonia which is literally “hatred of sound”, was proposed in 2000 as a condition in which negative emotions, thoughts, and physical reactions are triggered by specific sounds.
I get triggered by a lot of noises some are: pencil tapping, chair squeaking, chewing, sighing, heavy breathing, crunching, keyboard tapping, and door knocking, just to name a few. Every time I hear a door knocking I got into a bit of a panic, I have a hard time in my day to day life.
Every time I go into a panic my mind goes into fight or flight mode. I sometimes end up curled into a ball crying, every time this happens I always feel someone hugging me and then I feel something touching my forehead.
I don’t know if I’m just insane or mentally ill, why is Peter following me? Should I be worried? I don’t know what to do, Peter has been as active in the last couple of months. What do you guys think is going on? Can you tell me what I should do, I need help.