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A Personal Haunting

Greetings. This is something that I've always wanted to talk about, but I've never really been open about until recently. I thought it was normal, but in researching and talking to more people, it's come to my attention that it's not so. So, I should start from the beginning.

I have two entities that have followed me around for most of my life. The first one I call the Wolf. He takes the form of a wolf (hence the name I gave him as a child) and I'd only see him during storms or cloudy weather. I always loved rain as a kid, and I think that's part of the reason he'd show up - either because of my heightened happiness, or that his presence is more tied with weather. I've never been sure. In any case, he's always brought a feeling of excitement with him, and even though I couldn't see him directly, I could see him in my mind's eye and sense where he was.

The second entity is much less pleasant. I never gave him a name, but I've taken to calling him the Wraith. The Wraith appeared before the Wolf, when I was five. I'd go to bed, and then feel his presence enter the room when the night quieted down. He'd cheat - unlike the Wolf, who didn't give himself a more malleable form, the Wraith would use darkness to his advantage. He'd seep through the cracks in my closet, nothing more than a cloud of shadow with pale yellow eyes within it. He'd float towards me, and I'd throw the sheets over my head, trying to force him away. That seemed to work, as he'd always drift back to the closet, but I could feel him biding his time, knowing that I had to come out from the sheets eventually from the insulating heat within it. For some reason I was convinced this was normal, and never told my parents.

Two years after that first experience and the subsequent visits, I moved from that room to the room next door (as a sibling had moved out for college and I upgraded in room status) and the Wraith began to lose interest - or rather, it seems it became harder for him to reach me. He'd always come from that room, seep through the hall, and start slithering under my door, but by that point I felt like I had more control of him. I'd force myself to ignore him, and he eventually left me alone entirely.

That changed when we moved to our new home, about 4 miles away, around 8 years later. After some time, the Wraith reappeared there, and had changed appearances. He was now a floating skull with white, pinprick eyes and a shawl about him, the details harsh around his face and fading into the blackness. He'd hover over my bed and stare at me, filling me with that familiar, paralyzing fear. I knew, cognitively, that he couldn't hurt me, but whatever he was doing to my body prevented it from obeying. I also noticed that there were other shapes in the darkness too - other things that seemed to be surrounding the Wraith, shifting faces and bulging eyes that would wink in and out of view.

I learned, as the years passed in that house, how to fight him. I'd slowly stand up in bed and force myself to move in the darkness, my muscles fighting the Wraith's heavy fear. The Wraith began to lose power over me again, and he became so desperate that he even tried manifesting during the day, along with those strange, otherworldly demons or shapes or whatever surrounded him. Focusing all my willpower, I whispered, "I'm not afraid of you anymore. Go!" And for about 4-5 years, the Wraith and the Wolf went silent.

Last year, the Wraith made another appearance. This time, his form is that of a hanged man, with a pale-skinned head attached to a distorted, limp neck that can't move, his head constantly laying on his shoulder. He wears a dark green jacket and something underneath it, I think it's a button-down, collared black or gray shirt. He's tall, about 7 feet I'd say, and his limbs seem to fade into darkness.

In all of these encounters, the Wraith has never moved an inch (aside from the childhood experiences). He just stays in one spot and stares at me, and he has a strange affinity for closets and closet-like areas. He's... Watching me type this as we speak, in my dorm room. And I feel a little anxious from his presence.

Thankfully, the Wolf helps a great deal. I'm not sure if he's an enemy to the Wraith or a guardian angel or what, but the Wolf keeps him in check. Every time the Wraith tries to overwhelm me, the influence of the Wolf fills me and I fight back, and the Wraith retreats. I feel like I've given a lot of power back to the Wraith because I've finally admitted that he has some presence in my life, whereas before I wasn't convinced he was even there necessarily. I suppose I was using denial to keep myself safe. But I'm relearning how to banish him, now with pure willpower instead of denial.

I guess at this point I'm mainly wondering a few things: what IS the Wraith? A Christian demon of some kind? An evil spirit? Something else? And what were those things around him that I saw, and why aren't they around him anymore, or not as heavily? Is it something to do with me beating him years ago? Also, my father has seen a lot of ghosts in his life, and he didn't tell me about his experiences until about 7-8 months ago. Does that hold any significance? Lastly, it seems like the Wraith was bound to that closet - how was he able to get to the new house and to me though? It would've made more sense for him to stay in that house and stay with the new people who moved in, right?