I Think I'm An Empath?

To start off I'm 20 years old and I've always felt different. Just different from others, not abnormal but distant. I didn't have the same interest in things other kids did. I didn't have many friends. I believe I've had about a handful of friends my whole life that I still speak to. I don't see spirits but I feel things. When I'm alone I can feel one person looking at me. He's dark but not mean. I feel like he's been there all my life. For the longest time when I felt him I couldn't picture a face and I always thought he was angry but the more I get rid of the fear the more I think about him I see a face and I no longer feel anger. When he's around I feel pressure on my neck, like a hand resting. A year ago I was in a car accident and I have injuries in my neck. When I feel this pressure it's more of a relieving feeling. I think I'm an empath because I've always been "the one to talk to". I'm very good with feelings? Also I remember my dreams (weeks after I have them), and I've had a couple come true. Déjà vu happens a lot. I've had 3 paranormal experiences, 2 of them with the same spirits in 2 different locations a month between each other and then the man that "follows" me. With the spirit I saw at 2 different places was a pretty creepy story. I was at my friend Cassi's house sleeping on the futon. I've always been restless and waking up in the night. Well this night I awoke and saw a boy between 2yrs and 4. He was slightly transparent but also very real. He was actually petting my friends cat. I remember full detail what he was wearing, jeans, a vertically striped shirt and a round hat like a beanie. He didn't have any color but I could visualize it. I saw it for maybe 15 seconds I was so tired and slightly freaked I just rolled over. I woke up 30 minutes later and thought did I see that? I told my friend the next morning and she smiled and said go tell my mom that. After I told her the story she told me how the family that lived there before was murdered by the father. A mother, daughter and son were killed in the house. About a month later I went to Mississippi on a road trip to see my friends husband on an air force base. We stayed in a hotel. The rooms felt eerie, especially my friend Nancy's. She didn't want to sleep alone it was that bad. One day she said "that's it! I'm taking still pictures of my room!" I said ok lol go ahead. Of course she dragged me with her. As I'm sitting in the room I made sure to cover up all the shiny reflective things in the room. We put a sheet over the door and everything covered everything that could play tricks on us. So after the pictures were taken what do I see? The boy reaching up. I still have these pictures if anyone is interested. I also took a picture in front of a mirror. And you can see a boyish face but his eyes are huge and it doesn't look nice. That night my friend who was sharing the room with me said at first he thought I was calling his name and tugging on his sheets and I remember saying SHUT UP I'm sleeping stop playing around. Then I can literally feel him stand up and run across my bed and turn the lights on. He said he saw a man staring at me, the next morning we found glass (from a picture frame that broke in an entirely different room) under a fold in my blanket. Maybe I'm crazy, extremely imaginative Idk. I just want an answer am I just imagining or is it something else? I know I feel watched 24/7.