I have always been scared of the dark, but I got over it (tho still unnerved due to the possibility of people breaking into the house.) One time last summer, I heard footsteps and movement and even very soft voices (I have perfect hearing so I can usually hear really well if focused.) I also heard some movement in my parents' closet which never happens and it is connected to my room so I got super freaked out. It was nothing. I learned the next day that my parents went downstairs to talk because my mom wasn't feeling well at all. Still freaked me the fuck out.
Then a couple weeks ago, my brother was working late into the night. So when I heard some slow heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I figured it was him. However. It must have been my imagination because it turns out no one came up the stairs. I knew my parents were in bed (you can hear if they come up) and my other brother was in his room, door still closed.
I get freaked out too easily honestly, but I swear I'll never live alone. I just think it would be safer. Plus. Break ins are scary. I keep a small bat from when I was little by my bed in case of one. It's not much, but anything can do enough damage with enough force.
And I've seen some things a few times which are probably just me being either delusional or having an overactive imagination. One of em that really started my night anxiety last summer was this:
Back when I was 12, I was awake in the middle of the night due to a fever. Well I was laying on my left side which meant my back was to my door. So I get this bad feeling so I look over my shoulder and I see this tall, thin shadowy figure in the doorway. I get freaked out and look away, praying it's nothing. I finally look back over and nothing was there. I'm pretty sure it was due to me being delusional and due to the fever. I mean, I was convinced ghouls were trying to steal my phone so I hid it under my pillow. I saw that figure a few more times briefly, but then never saw it again until my anxiety started bothering me last summer and I thought for sure something was watching me.
Another time was when I woke up and saw something to the left of my bed. It was pale skinned and curled up by my bed. I ruled it off as my white chair, but the only thing was that that thing was closer to my bed.
But like I said, I was probably delusional. I don't believe in anything creepy except when my anxiety bothers me and even then, I have a small part of me that knows it isn't real. However, that doesn't help much...I know it's probably just me being delusional or my eyes playing tricks on me. I don't believe in anything paranormal though it is creepy. The thing I'm more scared of is someone breaking into my house.
One time, this is a funny story, I had heard this creepypasta (a person narrating it) about this girl laying with her back to the window when she suddenly hears scratching noises at the window. She doesn't look over and tries to ignore it. It drives her crazy and she finally looks over. I forget what she saw cause it's been years. That happened to me once. Some scratching at the window and I thought of the story and got so freaked out. I never looked over my shoulder though. I don't know what it was that mad that scratching sound, but I don't think it sounded like how the tree usually does it. I have a tree outside my window that has become slightly overgrown and scratches my window. It used to scare me and sounded like nails on a chalkboard, but I'm used to it now. It kinda comforts me sometimes. Some noises that are familiar bring me comfort like the way my vent used to rattle. It scared me at first when I was little, but became something comforting and familiar. Tho my dad fixed my vent so it doesn't rattle anymore...
But basically I'm telling you useless information and how I'm a paranoid, delusional person. I'm not actually delusional, but I swear anything I see in the middle of the night is me being paranoid or delusional (like the night with the fever) or my eyes playing tricks on me. I don't believe in anything paranormal. Ghosts could exist, but I largely don't believe in them. I just enjoy creepy stories and such though it makes me get super anxious due to my anxiety even if I know it's fake. But. That's it. It's just my anxiety. Nothing more.
