I’m 25 years old when I was 15 years old this occurred. I had A LOT of things going on; including my dad was taken to jail by the D.E.A. For matters I am not actually certain of but I do understand most of it was simply lies because he’s had so many concussions he actually does not have any memory of it set on him. This occurred around 2 months after he left.
Back to the narrative:
I was 15 years old, my mother had trouble with it to help her outside my little sister after my dad was taken to prison, and my little brother would take turns sleeping with her because my parents have been FOREVER. Anyways, my sister and I usually shared a room but I believed this was only because she missed our father but shortly after did I learn I never was comfortable in our house anymore after my father left she went to the sofa. Well on specific nighttime fog would roll up, usually no biggie until you look at where it goes; actually the fog would JUST roll into our yard! We’d always see things and kindly wave letting them know we saw them, honor them and inform them this is our house now.
Yet, after my father left things started getting odd. Anyways, I slowly beginning to get crept outside by my own room, I’d always tell myself “QUIT IT! The feeling began getting worse and worse to the point I wasn’t unable to sleep so I began having my dog sleep with me in my room. That is when it got worse. I ‘d be lying in bed look at my cupboard (appearances platitude I understand) and I’d see red eye’s hear this primal growl that would shake me actually to my heart.
This went on for months I started becoming depressed and cutting (my mother found out about it 2 years after, as I was still doing this.) Nevertheless, while my parents found out NO sharp things were let within my room interval, not tacks! Back to the narrative, the growling finally began speaking, only low growls of get out and after that screams, my dog concealed or always growled because we were frightened. She was so frightened and I did not want her hurt anymore so I yelled as loud as I could for it to quit, I controlled it “YOU’LL NO LONGER INJURED MY DOG! THIS CAN BE MY ROOM LEAVE!” Ordinarily this would have been an excellent move to make, yet I believe I recently pissed in its cheerios! Becoming frightened I cried for my mother, after being lectured for one hour about the promise I made to have NOTHING sharp within my room I vowed to her I did not (we’ve a specific thing we swear on so we understand there’s no lie there.) She turned white, I told for me not telling her earlier and she was more upset!
She smudged my room and everything looked good for some time, and by some time I mean at least. Yet, I could not sleep in that room because I am afraid of the closet so I went across the hall.
I understand I value everyone on here taking some time to share their narratives and everyone on here has their own experiences, I am going to share shortly. I was happy to locate a spot where I can feel as if I will be not alone throughout my life in these happenings.
Blessed be everyone!