I Hear Voices, I See People, And I've Seen Things Happen

I hear voices and I see people. It's just phrases and glimpses, but it's there.

Starting with the people; usually it happens at night, but sometimes it occurs during the day. I may be using the bathroom, and something will dart across the window. I don't think it's my eyes playing tricks because it's happened more than once.

I've seen a woman standing at the foot of my bed, an old man in my bedroom window, and other eerie things. Once, I was sitting in the living room with a couple of friends, watching tv, and I saw what looked like one headlight outside the window. I stared at it for a while, trying to decide if I really saw it or not before I pointed it out to my friends. As soon as I said, "What is that?" it zoomed away. I wouldn't have worried much about if we hadn't watched it cross the other windows. Should I BE worried about what I'm seeing? It creeps me out terribly and I've seen two events.

The first:

One night, I dreamed that I was on a road, with fields on either side of me. Behind me was a old, piece of trash gas station, and in front of me was a bridge. I was walking towards the bridge, but it didn't get any closer or any farther. I kept going, and I got the worst feeling before being mowed down and dragged down the road by a car.

A few days later, I was walking in the ditch on the side of the road, and a drunk driver swerved off the road and hit me before swerving back onto the street. I was dragged under the car before being thrown back into the ditch.

The second:

This was not a dream. I was conscious, I wasn't even alone. I was sitting in the car with my roommate and girlfriend, waiting for her to finish a cigarette before heading into Movie Gallery. I was staring out of the window, staring at a gorgeous '69 Ford. Really, I was watching the man in the car. He had dark, medium length hair and was wearing a plain white shirt. For a little while, he just sat there, staring straight out of his car. He started writing on a piece of paper, but before that, he looked dead at me with a half-smile and winked. He set the paper in the passenger seat, opened his glove compartment, put the pistol in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. At that exact moment, my girlfriend reached over to hug me, bringing her cigarette in my face. I jerked away from her, and the car was gone. I immediately reached for her and held tightly onto her, scared out of my mind. I told her I didn't want to talk about it. For weeks she asked about it, letting it slide when I said I didn't want to talk about it. I finally told her, and the first thing she asked me was what I thought. I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was, and that she didn't want me to say it. I think it was me sitting in my dream car committing suicide.

I've taken to calling the voices Billy and Teddy, but I don't believe they really are people; just voices that say weird things that I can't understand why they say the things they do.

B and T talk to me in a way. Usually when I'm surrounded by people or feel like I'm around too many people, I hear things. "Don't go there, Ethan." "Come here, Ethan." "Don't go back there, Ethan." "Don't do that to yourself, Ethan." It never fails to scare me, but the one that bothered me most was recent. I was laying in bed with my girlfriend, and I heard, "Don't cut her, Ethan." I didn't know what to do and I was terrified.

I don't believe the voices are good, but I have no idea. They sometimes tell me to do horrible things, and imply violent things like the one I mentioned before. They once told me to put her head through the windshield. I was appalled and frightened.

Am I mentally ill or is something else going on? I'm scared.