Could it be Following Me?

From: Mr. Martinez (alphab3tcitysown@aim.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Almost everywhere I moved to
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Feb 25 21:56:25 2010

As far back as I can remember I have had many experiences with paranormal. It definitely has made me a believer. This isnt some fictional ghost story, it is my life. They have taken place in the many homes I have lived in. The first apartment I lived in was in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. It was a private 2 bedroom apartment. I was rather young; we were there for 5 years from (1-5th grade) so I don't remember many things. I do know that I had constant nightmares in that house more so then any other apartment we moved to afterwards. I don't recall seeing or hearing anything out of the ordinary. However, with the addition of my baby brother we began noticing that he would be talking and pointing to someone who wasn't there. I was kind of creeped out but we moved shortly because we needed an extra bedroom.

The next placed we moved to was Harlem it was a 3 bedroom. I shared with my younger brother at the time while my sister had the room next store. Down the hall near the bathroom was my mothers room. For the first year everything was cool, we were so happy to upgrade the size of our apartment the creepiness wasnt apparent at first. After the first year I noticed things falling in my room like toys, cold spots, chills. My room light flickered every time my mother would scream at us. The most amazing paranormal activity that happened was when my mother was cooking us hotdogs in the kitchen and my sister and I were at the table. My mother stopped and said she feels someone behind her. All her hairs stood up and she got chills. I was terrified because I didnt see anything there. My mother then says If you are there give me a sign. Suddenly, the fork that was in the boiling pot on the stove flies into the sink. At that point none of us could believe what we saw. Then a dish that my mother just washed and placed into the dish rack falls out of the dish rack and hits the floor. It doesnt break but it keeps spinning. It spins for at least 30 seconds. We all tried to explain it to my stepfather but he didnt believe us.

There were many times that I woke up in the middle night and ran down the hallway because I was scared of something. Once I did see what appeared to be a smoke like substance hovering in front of the mirror in the hallway. Another time one of my mothers friends slept over while I was away with my father for the weekend. Her knowing nothing of the incidents that happened reported to my mom that she woke up to my brothers toys being moved around. She saw the figure of a boy so she had assumed it was my brother only problem was my brother was fast asleep. One of the worst feelings in this house that I ever had was almost like a partial possession. I remember having almost like a vision and this devil like figure was telling me to kill my mother and stepfather. My stepfather was a member of the NYPD therefore he had a gun. This dark figure was showing me how to break the lock on the case to commit murder. It took a lot to snap out of that state of mind but I did and I ran to my mother in tears at the very thought of killing her. She told me to pray and I felt better.

The next house was in the Bronx we were renting a duplex. Not much happened here but there was still some questionable activity. For example, I had this dream that I got punched in the face by this figure and I woke up to the impact and I had a bruise on my face. Another time I had just taken a shower and the mirror opened towards me. I was so spooked I ran down the stairs. My mom said maybe it was just a draft only problem with that was my bathroom was windowless. That was the last thing to happen to me there. About 2 years later we move across the street to another duplex this time we bought it. I never felt anything in this house on the contrary my brother and sister said they saw a guardian angel on the steps when they entered one afternoon.

College came and I moved out to my grandmothers house in Manhattan. My ex girlfriend used to see a dark figure at the end of the hallway all the time. When I was alone I felt kind of creeped out too. One time my ex saw a dog under the table and we hadnt had a dog there in years. I didnt experience anything there myself until one night I was laying in bed and I saw a dark figure with a hat cross in front of my window this is not possible when I was on the 6th floor of a building. I was terrified I felt the presence of something evil and I began to pray and I cried. From that day I have prayed every night without fail before bed and I havent had an experience since. I am now 19 and that last experience was about a year ago now I am living in my other grandmothers house across the street. I am hoping to not experience anything here but there were many points where nothing happened until out of nowhere it picked up again. I am still quite bothered that in every apartment there was activity I am starting to wonder if it is following me.