Eleven years ago I moved to a new state again. I have moved four times now because I am a military brat. (Military phrase describing a person as a son or daughter of a serving or retired parent)
Two years after the move I began to see glimpses of people in the woods behind my house. I disregarded them as my imagination because I was only nine years old. For the next two years I began to see these people, if you will, more often and more of their bodies than the previous vision. When I first saw them it was when they were peeking around corners and I could only catch glimpses of them. So then they progressed eventually to the point where I could see their entire bodies, but what still remains weird is that if you were to look at a person anywhere just picture them all black and that is how I see these people, as all black shapes like silhouettes.
Now eleven years later, I see them everywhere. I see them in my school, in my neighborhood, in my home, and on the streets, everywhere. I am having to come to terms with the idea that I may be a medium because they are always expressing some sort of emotion and they seem to follow people around. They also always look at me and acknowledge my presence with a wave, nod of the head, and many more. It really scares me to see them. And they keep me up at night for hours. Also at night when I am trying to go to sleep I hear whispers in the hallway outside of my room but no one hears them. Am I just more susceptible to hearing them as I try to sleep?
There was one occasion where I had finished cleaning my room and I felt like someone was at my doorway. I looked up and saw someone I have never seen or met before. He was in his 50's wearing a white t-shirt without any kind of design or words on it and he also wore jeans. He had long wavy white hair. His face was in an expression of anger or anguish. In his left hand he held a cylindrical stick. He ran at me and swung the stick at my head and I blocked my face with my arms in an X in front of my face. I felt the impact on my right forearm just below the wrist and I threw a punch in return but it was already gone! He was the first person that I have seen like a normal person.
I knew that no one else knew that he was there because of many reasons:
1) I did not hear any doors to the outside being opened. All the doors slam closed and squeak loudly so it is easy to hear them
2) I did not hear my parents talking to anyone. They always have conversations with guests.
3) He disappeared without a sound.
Am I crazy? Am I imagining all of this? If I have not explained this enough leave a comment because I need advice and help!
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