I've been called crazy on numerous occasions due to what I believe to have been a witness too.
16 years old, on call with my then boyfriend. My door is sticky, so you have to yank it hard to open it. And even then it makes a loud echoing noise when done. Im half asleep, about to close my eyes when I see the door swinging back in forth. I get freaked out, shut the door, it happens a few more times for months down the line.
In the kitchen, always hear footsteps in my room upstairs. No one else stays with me, sister is at college for the meantime and brother is never home. No one is upstairs when I go back up.
Sitting downstairs in youngest sisters room one occassion, door cracked open, we both see someone's silhouette at the door before walking away. We think it's her dad and out and see no one in the living room outside her door.
We move, and house feels unsettling. Specifically an attic area. My room is right by the attic. Items in my room go missing even if im gone for just a second.
Find them in attic. My lights are turned off everytime even if I did not shut them off.
I start going insane, noticing cups moving when I leave and come back. So I start drawing shitty sigils and posting them over my door and praying to god.
It stops for a while, but still feel unsettled.
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