Growing up in a small town in Texas, I began to notice that I was being followed. Not by a human, but by something beyond. As I grew older, it didn't scare me as much. I guess you can say I got use to it. On occasion, it will remind me that it is still here with me, whatever it may be.
I first realized this incident when I was about 12 years old. I came home from school and went to the kitchen to get an after school snack when it called my name. That didn't scare me. What scared me was that I answered. I heard the footsteps through the house and even around my bed one time, but went on with everyday life.
I had a sleepover with a friend of mine and her cousin when I was 13. We stayed up making prank calls until we got tired and went to settle in for bed. It was a twin bed, so my friend and I slept in it and her cousin slept on the floor.
After lights had been out for awhile and we were in the stage of awake and asleep, I turned over. In the doorway I saw my best friend's great-grandma who had passed the year before. Frozen with fear, I tried to tell my friend calmly that we couldn't sleep in there. She turned on the light and headed to living room.
Once we were snuggled on couch, I gave her a look of disbelief. About to tell her what I had seen, she took the words right out of my mouth. That freaked me out even more. (I know now that it wasn't going to hurt me.)
I feel as though I am open for them to contact, but unable to hear what they are saying.
Older now and out of high school, I stared a family early. I had my first child at 19. My husband and I moved to New Mexico. I had my second child at 20. We found a very decent house up on a mesa where we could see the San Juan river flowing.
In this house, my first child wasn't two yet and she would go to the wall in our dining room and talk to the wall, looking up as if talking to a grown man. At that age, it was hard to make out what she was saying.
One day I decided to tell her to give them a hug and she gave me a very scared face and told me no, which at that age was very strange for her. I asked several times who she was talking to and never could figure out what she was saying.
On another occasion in the same house, daddy had gone to work that morning early around 5:30. I was going around with my daily routine. It was time for a snack, so I had sat down to feed a yogurt to my oldest daughter. I didn't want her hands to touch the table because it was glass and I had just cleaned it. She looked right past me and said plain as day, "Hi" as she wiggled her fingers hello! I turned to look and there was no one there.
After splitting up with my husband, I moved back to Texas. I found an apartment; not the best, but it was mine. My oldest daughter, now six, came to me in the bath one night and told me that the shadows come for her. When asking what she meant, she tried to explain shadows that looked like hands reaching out for her. I told her to pray. Around that time she had a bed wetting problem. She didn't say much after that.
Due to certain conditions, we found a better apartment to live in. My mother had come to take the kids for the weekend, now three girls. As I was soaking in the tub alone, I saw a shadow come out of my room and go down the hallway. It moved so fast that the hand towel moved from the wind. Unsure, I got out of the tub and walked around the house and, of course, nothing was there (that I could see).
Moving on with my life, we have moved into a house with my soon-to-be husband. My oldest daughter is now 12. We've been in this house for two years now and things continue to occur, but never enough to really say what. My two youngest have never really said anything, and my oldest doesn't say much either.
However, we have all heard the footsteps, but the most disturbing thing is that the kids all sleep together, always have. One morning they told me that the bed was shaking the night before. What does that mean? I have come to the only conclusion that someone is following us. No matter where we go, they are there, or maybe we are just open to contact.
I don't know, but I wish I had some answers. This may not be scary as some stories, but it's true and it's scary when it happens to you. I would like answers. These are just some of the occurrences we've shared. There is much more. My concern is for my kids now.