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When I was 4 years old, my parents bought a piece of property in a somewhat new neighborhood, and had a house built. It was your average traditional home. For a long time, my house was normal. However, once I turned 7, things started to feel off. I began to feel overwhelming feelings of fear and dread. I felt as if I was being watched.

There came a point where I would cry every night because of how scared I was. Not a silent, crying under the covers kind of thing. A screaming out for my mother or father with tears streaming down my face. Eventually, I was sleeping with my parents every night. I only ever felt this way in my room. I felt it occasionally somewhere else in my house, but it was very evident in my room. I tried to tell my parents that there was something in my room, but they just assumed I just had an overactive imagination. After a few months, I started sleeping in my own bed again. When I was around 9, some new neighbors moved into the house across the street, and the eldest boy and myself became very good friends. We liked to venture out into the woods and let our imaginations run wild.

There was one day where we were in the woods behind my house trying to climb trees. There was a somewhat large tree that had a nice branch to sit on. I was determined to get to that branch. So, I walked around to the tree so find the best spot to start climbing. When I got around to the back side of the tree, I saw there were nails in it. But these nails were nothing I had ever seen before. They were huge, and old and rusty. I found them odd to be in this tree considering the neighborhood wasn't very old, but these looked like they had been here for years. Only being 9 however, I shook it off and forgot about them.




As I got older I continued to still have odd feelings but nothing ever really happened. Maybe something would be where I was sure I never left it, but that was about it. Then, when I was about 12 or 13, I had an awful nightmare. I dreamt that my dad, my brother and I were at a restraunt with lots of other people surrounding us. All of a sudden, everyone began to drop dead. This little girl with strawberry blonde, curly hair in a white dress slowly walked over to our table. She looked at my father and he died, and the same to my little brother. I began to cry and scream and beg her to stop but she grinned, and killed me too. I woke up sweating and tried to go back to sleep.

I never said anything about the dream cause even when I thought about it, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. Again, a year or two went by with no incident. Last summer when I was laying in bed one night, I was about to fall asleep when I heard tapping on the wall that is above my head. I didn't think anything about it because I was half asleep. But it persisted. It began to go in patterns. Like songs. I could predict how it would sound. I am a percussionist, so we have warm ups we do during marching season. The tapping began to play our warm ups. I opened my eyes and when the tapping  kept going while I was wide awake, it really creeped me out.

What made it even creepier is that there is nothing on the other side of the wall. It's just open space that you can't reach unless you were to get a ladder. This happened every night for the rest of the summer. It began to not phase me, and I realized I could tell whatever it was to stop, and it would listen. My dog began to sleep with me, so I didn't feel as scared in the room. I should mention that now, I feel I can tell what kind of spirits are in my home. I think there is a little girl.

Probably the one from my dream. I feel like she seems happy but is angered easily, if that makes sense. I also think there is a man. He seems dark. Lately, I've been noticing weird things about my neighborhood. About 2 weeks ago, I found 2 very old headstones near my house. I can't make out what they say because of how eroded they are. I brought my mom and showed her but she thinks they are just for someone's pets. But no one lives where the headstones are located.

I want to believe that it is for someone's pets, but I have a hard time convincing myself of that. They are also building a store right next to my neighborhood and once they cleared the trees, it became clear that there are 2, very old abandoned houses, and an old sign that says "Motel." The name of the motel is hard to read, but it definitely starts with an S.

Obviously, this neighborhood probably has a little more background than I know about, but I'm not sure if I want to know about the history. I am 15 now and I hope that for the rest of the 3 years I will be here, nothing gets too out of hand.

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