Now I don't want to say demons are following me, but it seems that way. I'm 12 going on 13. When I was 10 and living in Las vegas, I was very depressed because my grandmother was dying from cancer. Keep in mind that north side Las Vegas, Nevada is not a good place and I probably wasn't in the nicest neiborhood.
My cousins were staying with us at the time. They were around 1-6 age range. Anyway, they were staying in the room with me and we were all drifting to sleep when I got kinda thirsty. But I realized I couldn't move, and it stayed like that the whole night. I eventually drifted to sleep.
A while later, I forgot about this. I was home alone and I was on the couch. The TV is in front of the banister. I was watching Spongebob when I started to hear a faint sound of crying. I looked at the banister and saw a little girl with blonde pigtails and a sky blue dress.
A year later we are living in Los Banos and I barely turned 12. I started getting scraches. I'm Mexican and my Aunt M told me that every time she comes near me she feels that I'm sad, and a presence is doing this to me. After that, I was affected and promised myself not to let this go on anymore.
A year later (right now) I was reviewing my life and asking my mom about my life when she told me something interesting. She said that when I was about 2, I would throw crying fits at night, holding my throat, screaming or trying to. I was acting like I was choking. I woke up screaming, saying I couldn't breathe and that "she" was holding me down. When they asked who, I ponited at the closet. This happened several times. After that, I took a shower and heard little girls giggling. I think it's going to start up again.