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Throughout the period of my high school years, and a little before that, I can recall the horrors of what I called "paranormal".
It first began when I heard bumping and scratching in the corner of the wall at night. I was terrified. Then, I would begin seeing shadows coming out of corners of darkness. I could see what appeared to be static all around me. It was more prominent in the dark, and in the static, I could see outlines of figures just standing there. This scared me even more. It started when my parents bought their first house in Arizona, and I moved at least four times, living in four different houses. Whatever it was happening, it followed me no matter where I went. Eventually, I started hearing voices coming from the walls. When I turned on the lights, it would stop. I also could hear conversations coming from other rooms (sounded like someone was having a conversation on the television), so when I'd go and check, the tv wasn't turned on, and it would stop. If I went back to bed, I would hear it again. I began to cover either side of my ear that I wasn't laying on my pillow, with my fist from the opposite side (so I pretty much had my arm wrapped around my face, trying to drown out the noises at night, because it was scaring me). Even a few times, I've felt cold fingers touching my stomach, so I had to prevent that from happening.
When I was 15, and moved into another bought house (which had stairs), I would hear running up and down the stairs. I thought it was my cats chasing each other again, but when I would check, they'd all be asleep.
Other big things started to happen after that. I'm not going to go over that, because there's spirituality involved, and I don't want to hijack this thread and turn it into a religious dispute (which means I don't wanting people discussing about prayers, or god, that real popular book that came from Israel, and their religious figures.).
All I have to say is that I thought I was being harassed by evil spirits. It became a delusion and I was prescribed on anti psychotics for all of this.
I've learned to accept that all of this was just the effects of being lonely and isolated from people for a long time as a little girl, and none of what I've experienced is paranormal. And I will dismiss any claims of good spirits helping me, they were just fantasies created in my head to help cope with my stress. They are nothing but story book characters, and aren't real.
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