Please read my post and respond. I really need some insight, I know its a lot to read, but would really appreciate it.

I have experienced paranormal events since before I could remember. In about every place I've lived in. My childhood home was really old. It was built in 1884. My mom bought it in 1981.

My dad wasn't present the first two and a half years of my life, but when he returned, apparently that is when things started happening. My dad had told me that when I was little, I would claim I "heard" something. I also had night terrors every night when he had returned. He told me that I used to scream horrible things to my mother, using words I never heard until I was in middle school. I was told that I had unusual strength during these fits. He also claimed that I spoke a different language, but I'm really hoping that isn't true. Soon after I never slept alone. Then it turned into I "saw" something. I remember I once had this nightmare, but I was fully aware. Something was coming for me, but my eyes wouldn't open. I remember screaming, because the images wouldn't leave my head. And things only got worse.

Soon after I knew the house was haunted. I knew something was wrong with the house. I always felt like I was being watched. All day, everyday. I was in my attic with my older sister and her friend, and they locked me up there alone. In the corner I saw these glowing red eyes, they were big, and staring straight at me. I was absolutely terrified. No one really believed me, because things only happened to me.

I have always hated porcelain dolls, because I could have sworn that their eyes were following me. I used to have a clown toy that I absolutely despised. I threw it in the basement one night, and went to bed and the next night it was lying right next to me sitting on my pillow. I had another doll that would talk and interact, but I never played with it, and in the middle of the night it would turn on and start talking, but it wasn't turned on.

One night I was in my sister's bedroom, and both of my sisters were asleep, and I was something walk outside by her window then it stopped and looked at me with these big glowing green eyes. Just stared. I hated it when things happened, because I was alone in all of this. In the bathroom, the floor had a few holes in it, and you could see through to the basement. If I was in there, I would feel watched, look over to the hole, and see it uncovered. I always felt more relieved after I covered it back up. And this continued as long as I lived there. I always knew I hated the basement and the attic. I never went in those places unless it was absolutely necessary. And I never went by myself. When I was in middle school, I was lying in bed with my sister, and I was the only one awake. On two different occasions I saw ghosts pass by my room. The first time I saw it, it came from the kitchen stopped, looked at me with it's moth wide open, then passed to the living room. I turned over, praying to fall asleep because I didn't want to be conscious if it were going to come back. The second time came a few weeks later but it came from the living room, a did the same thing. Stopped by my room, and stared at me, then passed through to the kitchen. I waited a moment, then ran to the living room where my mom was sleeping to check on her and ask if she saw it. And again, only I saw these things.

I always had dreams that later came true. I always had lucid dreams. When I was in pre-school, I told my grandma [who was a devout jehovah's witness] that I thought I was psychic, and she told me that psychics were evil and burn in hell. I feel otherwise, but hearing that damages a child with these problems. I had a dream in seventh grade where i lost my cat in the basement of an unknown house. I follow her through a door that leads to a wooded area that gets darker and thicker the further you go. She went too far and I lost her, turned around and went back. As I left the house, I saw my cat, but she was dead. That christmas eve my cat died. Not too long later, I had the same dream, but this time it was my mom. She died the following december. I was at my basketball game when it happened. And I knew the moment it happened. I just felt it. And I already knew what happened before anyone told me.

I moved in with my father and stepmother, where my sophomore year, ironically enough in december, I had another event. I had a really odd feeling that day, and I kept smelling something rotting. I searched for the source, but found nothing. I asked my stepmother if anyone died that day, and she told me her father died exactly 16 years before. I still felt really odd, and kept getting the message of I love you in my head. At the time I wasn't close with her at all, when i knew it wasn't my thought, but her fathers. When I told her, everything went back to normal instantly.

Now we go ahead about two years, when I was living with my boyfriend. The first thing I saw there was a shadow person in the hallway of our apartment. I was so scared for these things to happen to me again. I wasn't sure I could handle it. Another even I was lying in bed with my boyfriend, and it was dark, but light enough to see what should be in my room. I saw something black right in front of me, as if it were leaning over looking at me, but I put my arm through it and I didn't touch anything. It was still there. I buried my face in my blaket, and when I looked again, it was gone. We moved shortly after to a trailer just outside of town. I lot of things happened to me there. I saw a white cloud in the kitchen, and another time my cat spazzed out, unlike anything I've ever seen before, staring into our bathroom at something that wasn't there. Her fur was fluffed out, and she was following something, while maintaining distance. Another night, I was lying in bed and I heard my door open, felt as if something was coming across the room, then I felt something leaning, almost sitting on my bed. Nothing was there.

Again we moved, and are now at our current house. The stair room is by far the creepiest room in the house. I refuse to be in the dark in the house, and whenever I go upstairs, I feel like I'm being chased, and I run as fast as I can into my room. When we slept down stairs, one night, our roommates were out of town, and It was just my boyfriend and I, I woke up with blood spattered all over the wall. Right by my head, and there is no possible way I could have done it. I sleep in the corner, and there wasn't any blood on me at all. But it was everywhere. I've heard a low male voice humming, a heavy table made of metal shake multiple times a night on its own, and shadows outside of my door, and when I open the door, no ones there.

When I close my eyes I get images that randomly pop into my head. I'm not sure why they pop up, but they do.

A lot has happened to me in my life, and I'm not even twenty yet. I really need someone to talk to about these experiences. Please respond.

Kimberly.

A long post deserves a long response. So I've had my tea and am ready to write.

Allow me to share some of my own experiences.
When I was about the age of three, I too had night terrors. My parents tell me I would wake up screaming in the night and then sometimes I would tell them stories about people being murdered in graphic detail. They claim it happened often, but I only remember a few of them.

At the ages of four and five, I began having dreams that predicted the future. I only had around five over the course of two years and none of them predicted anything major. For instance, I dreamt about flying kites and the next day we went to the park and there was a kite flying contest. Another time, I dreamt about owning cats and a couple days later, my dad came home with a cat and kittens he had found while working.

In first grade, my brother and I made friends with a boy I found in our garage. He would only play with us in the dark and always left when mom came around. His games got exceedingly more dangerous, eventually sending my brother to the hospital. He started coming around when we didn’t want to play, and sometimes did mean things like hiding under my bed or in my closet and jumping out to scare us. My brother was four and says that he doesn’t remember it. My mother thought we were just afraid of an imaginary boogie-man like most children.

We moved away from that house in third grade and the boy didn’t come with us.

About a year later is when I started seeing shadows. They would sometimes just walk past a doorway; sometimes they would come in the room or walk around the room. I remember I was always afraid.

During this time I also had many nightmares, some while awake like the one you described, lying in bed, feeling like something was going to get me. I would want to call out for help, but I was completely paralyzed. I still remember that intense fear and how awful it was.

Events have continued throughout my life. So you are most certainly not alone. I’ve met one other person with similar beginnings and I am sure there are many more.

I slowly found ways to deal with the fear over the years. I dealt with my nightmares by learning to recognize when I was dreaming and wake myself up on command from a dream. I’ve done a lot of research in metaphysics throughout high school. Later I joined a group of Wiccans and studied with supposed members of the Golden Dawn.

Two things that I have found particularly helpful in dealing with these things are meditation and Neuro-linguistic Programming. Both help to keep my mind calm and collected when things begin happening.

I won’t lie though. I honestly still get scared out of my wits now and then. I still break into a run sometimes when I get a sinister feeling. But I get a decent amount of sleep and the nightmares are pretty much gone now.

I could throw out some speculations about your stories, but I’d like some more info if you don’t mind. I’m wondering if any of the people living in the same house as you during any of these events have been involved in any “occult” practices. What I mean are things like spell casting, Ouija boards, tarot cards, fortune telling. These things tend to attract spirits that want to communicate in general.

Primarily I am wondering about your father and the boyfriend you were living with when things started happening again.
During the two year period before living with your boyfriend, did nothing happen?

When you woke up with blood on the wall, what did you do? Could your boyfriend see it? If so, what did he think?

Things had happened in between living with my father, and my boyfriend, but nothing real major. Right after my mom died, I was too much in denial of what had happened with her and with the house. And right before my boyfriend and I got together I never gave myself any time to rationally notice anything. I partied a lot when my parents kicked me out. No down time to pay attention to ghosts.

I have lucid dreams all the time. And something weird, I have never had a dream more than twice. I had a dream once where I was in a clearing in a field that was a murder scene with a friend from middle school. There was crime scene tape, and an outline of a body, and fog. I tend to go with a dream even if it is terrifying just to see where it'll take me. I had the dream a matter of days later, but I went knew the place, knew I was dreaming and found a new area of the land. I woke up and drew the entire place. This has happened often. If I have a nightmare and I can't stand it I will wake myself up. Haha, although zombie dreams are the worst. :]

Most of the dreams that come true are the most mundane things imaginable, but I forgot to mention that.

Kimberly.

I have noticed I can keep things away if I hyperfocus on something else. For instance, concentrating on a book. When I was a kid, I was practically addicted to super nintendo because it let me forget everything around me.



I'm delighted to hear that you explore dreams. I find dreams fascinating. They always feel so full of possibility, anything can happen. I will often wake up in the middle of the night and write out a dream including sketches and maps so i won't forget it by morning.

It's also interesting when something happens and I can go back and find where I dreamt the event a week before. I imagine that we sometimes connect with something outside of ourselves when we dream.

When I was a little girl, I remembered having a "memory" about a small house my grandparents owned that my dad lived in with his first wife and their kids. I wasn't even born when they lived there. I remember running out of the back door across the yard and playing in a tire swing around back. The tire swing has been long gone, and the roof has completely caved in. Plus I was never at the house. I put memory in quotations because It was not one of my own. I can't explain why I knew it, I just did.

A few years ago, back in my partying stage, I went to see my parents one night to try to smooth things over. Their dog had always been a little weak and sickly, but due to nothing more than aging. But it was nothing major. Point is, I just looked at her, then went to my step mom and told her to say her goodbyes, because she was going to die that night. I got a call the next morning when they found her. I don't know how I knew exactly when she would die, but I did.

Kim.

That's interesting. I don't think i have ever dreamt anything before my time. Have you ever tried keeping a dream journal?