I need to get this off my chest, for a while now i've been seeing things, hearing things.
>Be 10
>Have a weird nightmare about being chased by a teddy bear, blood dripping from sharp teeth hunting me down.
>Running through a dark street with trees either side of me, pitch black darkness
Safe to say I woke up crying, sweating for hours on end staring at my wall unable to move or speak or even blink, constantly turning my head making sure I checked every corner of my room.
>Fast forward a few years, same nightmare only this time I woke up but couldn't open my eyes
Imagine being awake while stuck in a nightmare, I could feel my eyes move but my eyelids wouldn't budge, couldn't scream or move my body, had to close my eyes and fight through the nightmare until I could finally open my eyes.
This is where shit gets real.
>Picture my house, front door, stairway leading up, little closet with some shitty plastic shutter
>Up the stairs there's the toilet, on the right is the shower room and my parents bedroom and on the left is my sisters room then my room
>With the door open I can see the bathroom clearly
>Start being a brave boy and sleep with the light off and door open
>That's when I see a figure the typical corner of the eye shit
>Woman, white dress, long black hair staring at me
>Start trying to pass it off as a one off but the more days pass the more I see it, watching me, always fucking watching me
>After a few weeks of this I end up getting sleep paralysis
>Initiate beardream.dll
>Same shit happens running from the bear, wake up in cold sweats and I can't move except this time I can open and move my eyes
>I feel a hard force pushing down on my arm and my chest and look to my right to see the woman from the shower room standing there above me
>Her dead cold eyes and blue lips and this fucking smile this shattered teeth smile
>I try to scream but can only make a hard exhaling noise
>Close my eyes hard until things go back to normal
>A few years pass and nothings happened, no scary woman, no bear dream (thank fuck) until one day my parents split
>I live in my old house alone it's just me, some microwave meals and my computer
>I spend most of my days smoking and playing vidya and watching porn
>One day i'm walking to the bathroom and I hear something call my name. MY FUCKING NAME, a low sort of loud whisper from downstairs (Remember the shitty plastic shutter closet thing I told you about, well you can take a guess where it was coming from)
>Didn't leave my room for 2 days until my grandma came in to drop some food off for me
>Tell my grandma about it since she has this sort of thing with spirits/ghosts or whatever
>Tells me they're only there because of all the negativity in the house and that I should do things to make me happy
>Start carrying a knife on me at all times and salt because apparently that works
>Did I mention I have a cat? Yeah one day he starts going crazy, not like running round the house hissing and meowing crazy, but staring at the bottom of the stairs crazy
>He starts sleeping at the top of the stairs, he kept me safe
>Eventually bitch mum kicks me out and I move to some apartment complex for people who are mentally ill (depression and the whole package that comes with that got me my winning ticket in)
>Nothing out of the ordinary
>skip forward to now, just moved into a new house has a road leading to the house, trees either side doesn't look exactly like my nightmares but still close enough to scare the shit out of me
>Go to bathroom one night, randomly woke up with a dry throat
>Drink out the tap like an animal
>Lift head up to see in the mirror on the top of my stairs the same woman, on all fours half her face poking round the side of the wall
>That fucking smile
>Since then I hear occasional creaking from the attic and see a weird figure in the corner of my room
The paranoia is getting so bad guys i've started getting pain in random parts of my body, My eye, the area near my kidneys, my temple, my chest, it's putting me under so much stress I can't stand to look out my window, I haven't been in my upstairs bathroom in days i've not brushed my teeth since that day, Luckily we have two bathrooms so I use the downstairs one to take a piss. I feel like i'm going insane maybe it's the stress getting to me I was thinking about seeing a therapist for it but I don't think it will help. Maybe i'm a schizo maybe it's just stress maybe it's real. I don't know but I just needed to tell someone.