I am being followed by some sort of entity. It has been with me since I was old enough to remember, I'm 19 now. It used to do annoying things like knock down my picture or open my door but, last month it turned violent. It took me a while to fall asleep because I could feel its presence. The air was heavy and I kept hearing bumps and gurgling come from the closet. When I finally fell asleep I became an easy target. I felt a hand cover my mouth and nose. I woke up breathless and grabbing at my face. I pulled a hand off of me and looked down but nothing was there. It didn't feel like the hand was attached to anything. I didn't go back to sleep after that and when I looked in the mirror I had a fat lip and a scratch on cheek...

When I was 11 I was staying home alone and was reading a book when there was this guy outside (didn't look out window) yelling "f---ing shit, you motherf---er, bitch", sounded like the guy was drunk or something, and then I heard rustling in the garden-the guy was walking around the house. Then the swearing stops. Then I hear someone pounding on my door, then I hear the yelling again " come on you motherf---er, let me in or I'll f---ing murder you!" I start to panic thinking that I'm going to die or some shit, so my first reaction is to get to the landline (had no mobile at the time) and call the police. The landline is downstairs-where the guy is banging on my door. So I just sit in my room, hoping this guy will go away and leave me alone. The banging and swearing stops again after about 5 minutes, and I hear the guy walking on the deck of my house. I still wait in my room for about 20 more minutes before I gain the courage to go downstairs. I called my parents. They came home immediately and found on the front door there was graffiti saying "I'll be back". The guy never did come back though. Really unnerved me for a long time.

When I was a young teenager. I went to bed and woke up in the middle of the might. I remember seeing this female figure standing there at the end of the room. I continued watching her. I remember she was very tall and had dark hair. I was petrified, backed up against my bed as far as I could, and huddled into my blanket. She walked up to me and stared directly at me. Then she bent in close and poked me directly in the forehead with her finger. It scared me to death because she felt so real. I still don't know if it was a ghost or a hallucination. I've had other strange encounters and she continued to visit throughout the night. I got used to her presence, and actually felt sort of close to her in a weird way. It still freaks me out. x)

So, about 20'21 years ago, my friend and I (11 & 12 at the time) were watching movies late at night. It was roughly 2:30-3:00, and we both headed to the kitchen for something. As we passed the main hallway, which goes all the way to the other end of the house, something caught our eye. In the corner between the wall n ceiling, there was a ball of light. We both stopped, and began to grow. In all of 4-6 seconds, it had grown from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a beach ball. Once it had grown to this size, it began shooting out lances of light, roughly 1-2 feet long. (Lances, not rays; they remained attached to the ball.) Upon seeing this, my friend and I looked at each other, ran to the futon and threw the blanket over our head. We both confirmed what we saw, and plucked up the courage to see if it was still there. It was gone by the time we peeked into the hallway. To this day, I have no clue what it was.

These stories are definitely true. They aren't that paranormal or scary. Actually they're just plain sad. Here we go: One time I was with a friend going to one of those haunted house things. I remember us talking about how tough we were, and that we'd beat the hell outta any guy who jumped out at us. We were prepared! As we waited in line I started to have second thoughts. Well I didn't want to sound wimpy, so I let it go. As we got to the end of the line we started talk in' tough one last time. When we entered I swear I never looked more afraid! We walked maybe ten feet before the first surprise. Well, all I can say is that I never ran faster in my life. Tons of adrenaline. Once we got out we talked about how scary the whole ten feet we walked was. After the panic we decided we would try again later, and on the way home we continued with the tough talk again. Ha ha. Another story is when I was really young my Dad and I used to go camping. I loved it during the daytime. The first time we went camping I had so much fun! The only thing was all the other people at the camp told scary stories. They had stories about shadow figures that appeared by your bedside or haunted cabins. Well those stories really got to me since I was a little kid. After marshmallows I started getting really scared. There was a statue at the entrance to the camp that I could've sworn was looking at me, and I refused to sleep at the camp. My dad was extremely upset knowing he's have to drive to find a hotel. As we drove, the trees looked bare, so it kinda scared me. We drove awhile until we found the nearest hotel. All I can say now is that it definitely was not a five-star hotel. Probably more ghosts there than there were at the camp site. Water tasted awful (I hate tap water), we had no food, and I was hungry. My dad told me to wait until morning. I felt secure in that hotel. When morning came we drove back to the camp site. The trees everywhere were full of life. As we arrived I noticed that that "statue that was looking at me" was actually just a sign. Ha ha! Gotta remember though I was little and extremely scared. Anything could scare me. Pretty sad right?

When I was younger, I believe 8 or 9 years of age. Mind you I am 20 now. I was at Walmart with my mother getting groceries and I was just following along close by her side when I heard something, or thought I saw/heard something. For reason yet unknown to me I looked up. I just looked up, and sitting in the ceiling rafters across the store was a black figure holding balloons, the kind of balloons you see at a hospital or a birthday party, and it waved to me. Now I do not recall being afraid or if I even waved back, but I do remember that I felt safe. Whether it was from my mother being near or if this apparition was not hostile and he projected that in to me. I never said a word, not even to my mother. It is still to this day one of the most bizarre things to ever happen to me. I will be waiting to meet it again.

My mom said that as a little kid, one night I had pointed out that there was a man outside. When she looked, there was nobody there and no footprints in the snow.

Well one time I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a hunched over silhouette at the other side of the room. It's eyes looked kind of like the lenses of my mother's glasses, but bright white. The only light in the room was in the hallway behind the silhouette, so it was not a reflection off of a pair of glasses.

I've had my share of creepy as hell experiences. One rather bizarre instance would have to be around 10 years ago, when I was home by myself during the day. Our house phone wouldn't stop ringing, the same person must've called probably 5 times in a row. I did not recognize the number and figured they would have left a message but they didn't. Finally I answered, and it happened to be a really old woman. I asked who she was looking for, and she asked if my step brother was home. I said no he isn't, but I'll let him know you called. I asked for her name, and she told me that she was his aunt. I had never met or heard of her, so I thought that maybe she wasn't that close with them or something. Later on, everyone starts getting home. Later that night while we were all sitting together, I let my step mom and step brother know that someone had called looking for him. I told them that it was his aunt. He looked like didn't believe me, and my step mom made a face like she was shocked. I was concerned so I asked if everything was alright, and then she told me that this aunt that supposedly called had been dead for quite some years. Needless to say that at that point I had really weird chills and was creeped the -blam!- out. The person never called back after that. In all reality, it makes more sense that it was a prank call instead a phone call from the "dead". But I want to know what kind of sick old woman would do such a thing. And no, it wasn't a voice changer, it was a legit older woman from what I noticed. Someone would've had to be one hell of a voice actor.

I remember having a dream when I was real young where a invisible monster would eat away the universe to the point where my bedroom was the only thing left, then eat that into darkness. I think I woke up before getting eaten.

Someone reply so I can come back later!

When I sleep I have the same dream over and over. I can see myself with blood streaming from my eyes,and I keep repeating "I doesn't work!" Then right at the end I stop and I look over my shoulder and say "Don't be too late.... Don't be like the real me."

Here's a scary story: The man sat alone in the bathroom. Drip drip drop is the only noise he hears as he releases the solid objects inside him. Then...he looks over...there's no more toilet paper...