When I was four or five years old, I was trapped inside a very large church restroom. The girl in there before me had turned out the lights. I wasn't afraid of the dark prior to that day, but the minute the lights went out, I felt wrong. Like I was being watched. By a lot of people that weren't alive. I'm an empath and have felt emotions of people all my life. They felt cold and dead. I screamed. I don't remember anything after that.
Ever since then, I've felt the same feeling in my house, at night. Like I'm being followed. And I get scared. During the day, I hear footsteps when I'm in a room as if someone's walking past me. I turn around every time and no one's there. I'm afraid to turn off the lights at night because I'm afraid they'll hurt me. It feels like they're capable of a lot. They don't talk, they just hover in this big mass of I don't know what. I want to say evil, but I can't be sure. I think they follow me. Either that or it's a new group of whatever they are. I took pictures one night. And there were six or seven orbs just hovering near my bed. Someone please give me an explanation. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid of something I can't see. They're in the dark. Help.