I am 16 years old, a few strange things have happened to me in past years, and to be honest, I'm not quite sure what to make of any part of what I am about to tell you. My main reason for writing this is because I would really like some form of explanation or some legitimate advice as to what I should do next.
It started when I was 2 years old, I was sitting with my mother watching a film at night because I couldn't sleep. It was back when the dining room and living room were one, and there was no separating wall. We had a toy box in the corner of the room, but in what is now the back room. I was very interested in the film we were watching as it was a children's film, but for some reason my attention was suddenly fixed on the opposite side of the room, where a man was fiddling with the toy box, I pointed to him and my mother looked, but she could see nothing. She tried to coax my attention back to the film but I kept pointing to the toy box and the man, then he smiled at me, and walked out of the doorway. I remember it vividly even though I was so young. I have never seen the man before and I have no idea what he was doing.
When I was about 6 years old, a month or so after my grandma died, I started waking up early in the morning, about 3am. There was a woman standing at the end of my bed, so I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. I looked up and she was gone, but when I looked to my left, I realized she had merely moved up the bed to stand there. I screamed out, grabbed my favorite teddy and crawled underneath my duvet to the end of my bed, so that I could run into my parents' bedroom. The woman followed me in but stood at the door. When I tried to explain to my father what had happened, he blamed it on a bad dream, but let me stay with him for a little while all the same. After about half an hour, I looked up and the woman had gone. My father took me back to my room and tucked me in. The next morning, both my parents said I had simply been having a bad dream.
This kept happening. Every morning, about the same time, 3am, I would wake up with no given reason, and the old woman would be standing at the end of my bed, or on my left [as my bed was in the corner of my bedroom the right hand side and the top of it were against walls]. Every time I would grab my favorite teddy and scamper into my parents' bedroom. After a few months, my father came to expect this of me. He didn't ask questions, he simply let me stay there until she was gone, although he never saw anything when I pointed to her. This continued for almost a year, and although the old woman never spoke to me or did anything to indicate she wished to harm me, I would always run away.
Then, one night, I woke up the same as usual, and she was there, at the end of my bed, looking the same as always; I wasn't sure if she was completely there, but she was very pale, and fairly short, with short curly white hair and a pale blue and white flowered dress with a white cardigan over it. She looked the same as she always did, frail and harmless. Then she smiled, turned around and walked out of the door. That was the last I ever saw of her.
One day, a few years ago now, my mother was clearing out an old trunk and she handed me a baby photograph. Just one photograph of an old woman, sitting in a chair with me in her arms.
"That was your grandma," she said. "She really loved you, shame you never really knew her." My grandma had become ill and I remember very little of her, which is why I probably never realized who she was. In the photo, she had curly white hair and was wearing a pale white and blue flowery dress and a white cardigan.
Since then, I have seen people standing in strange places at night. I looked out of my window and I saw a tall man, wearing a tool apron. That is the only way I can describe it, he simply stood by the side of my next door neighbor's shed, I thought it was the dark playing tricks on me so one night I went down my garden, but he became clearer. I was too scared to move any further so I ran back to my house.
People have smiled and waved at me in the street before, while I was with friends and my friends often ask who I'm waving to and when I point to the person, they can't see them. I know this probably sounds very cliche, but it's the truth.
My final unexplainable experience was just under a year ago. We had been on holiday in France, and my parents always do the journey in two parts, we stay at a small hotel overnight, and then drive the second part of the journey. We were in the hotel and I shared a room with my sister and mother. They were on two separate beds beneath the higher bed that I slept on. The layout of the room made it impossible for anybody to enter or leave the room without being seen, especially as the doors had a special lock that made a loud click.
After knowing my sister and mother had fallen asleep, I fell asleep to, a dreamless sleep. Then, all of a sudden, I woke up with a jolt, the clock in the room said 2.59 am. Then there was a loud click, but the door to the room did not open and nobody was moving, I could hear my sister snoring, and my mother breathing heavily, so both of them were asleep. I was still staring at the ceiling, when I felt compelled to look to the left (the bunk bed was set in the corner, the right side and the bottom of the bed were against walls).
I looked and all I could see was the outline of a head and shoulders, I was paralyzed, I could only move my head, and then my head felt forced back to stare at the ceiling. I was then completely paralyzed, I struggled, but I wasn't moving at all, I felt a hand on my face, five fingertips touched my face, and although I couldn't see a hand, I knew it was not my imagination. As soon as the hand touched me, I stopped breathing, I was gasping for air, but my lungs wouldn't fill up. I was trying to scream but I remained silent.
I felt the pressure from the fingertips lift from my face and I could breathe again. I turned and saw the silhouette in the darkness, I would move again, so I turned away and began to cry, I was so shaken and scared. The lock clicked again, but the door did not open.
Since then, I am no longer afraid of what I might find in the dark, but I have told very few people of what happened.
My friend's mother thinks I have been given 'the gift'. However, I do not know what that means, I do not understand any of this, and my parents don't believe me. So please, if anybody can help me to understand, or can explain any of these events to me, I would be so grateful.
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