Coming Clean

So, another story opening up about when I was younger. As far back as I could remember, I could see spirits, at first my parents thought I just had an over active imagination, and told me eventually I was too old for an imaginary friend. At first they played with me and told me stories, but once I told them I couldn't play anymore their demeanor changed. The forms when from pale to dark and they began to be mean. I used to curl in my sheets, terrified from the long fingers and whispers coming from under my bed. I used to cry myself to sleep because they would pinch and poke my arms and legs, or jab at the underside of my bed causing it to move. The scariest thing I ever remember, was sitting holding an old doll, and the corner of my bed shrunk down, like someone was sitting on it. I immediately laid down to make it go away but it flipped me on my back, and held me down, I could see the large black figure over me and I knew it was not playing a game, I couldn't breathe for what seemed like eternity but it suddenly let go and my mother called from the hallway goodnight, I called back and told her goodnight, and rolled over grabbing my doll and I cried myself to sleep. Over the next couple of years, I saw the darkness over and over always at the foot of my bed, until my parents put me on medication for my ADD (which I don't have). Soon everything went away and I slept without nightmares or dreams, and everything I saw went away, When I turned 16 I stopped taking my medicine because I hated how it made me feel, which is when I had a dream of September 11Th. Since then despite the rumor I heard about medication taking everything away, it has only amplified and I see things more distinctly now than I ever did. So what am I seeing? Spirits? Demons? There are so many I see all the time, but I don't fear any of them but the largest black one, who's form I still cannot see.