This story is a story with all true paranormal events that happened to me from 2011-2014. I was contemplating on making this an actual story or not, but I have decided to share it with all of you.
It is September 4th, 2014 today. Nothing much has changed except Ben hasn't been making an effort to contact me, he has only whispered to me once in the past month. I can't recall what he said, but he hasn't been as 'active' since my boyfriend moved in with me. I'm about 5 months pregnant now, and I'm due in January of 2015. I still feel like Ben is with me sometimes, but not very often.. maybe he was just here until my boyfriend came back, or maybe he doesn't want my boyfriend, Jeff to know. It does upset me a little bit because Ben had became so close to me within a couple of months, but I still know hes around but he just doesn't make himself as known anymore.
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{Picture of me pregnant, the closest date to September 4th I could find. This was the room downstairs, I recently moved into.}
My bedroom (I was upstairs) moved to downstairs, and my mom told me that while she was going upstairs that she saw the stair door completely open and close on its own. Ben might be looking for me, since it was such a fast and sudden move. My mom and dad have been having nightmares about demons hurting us kids, but I told them that Ben would never hurt anyone. They decided to contact a paranormal team in a town close to ours to come take pictures, and determine if something evil is in the house. My parents are always complaining about how they 'don't feel comfortable' in their own house, we might even move out...
Either way, I am happy. I don't feel nauseous much anymore, like I used to (around 6 weeks I was throwing up at least 3 times a day! It was terrible!). My mood swings are still pretty bad, but I've learned to control them. It's been so much better now that my boyfriend moved back. I just had my birthday on August 22nd, and I turned 17. I'm starting to gain weight, and I am starting to have a cute baby bump, you can probably tell that I am pregnant by now. I'm very small, so I was worried about gaining weight, but now I am confident that I can do it.
If you're curious as to what the situation is going to be after I give birth, I am keeping the baby. I've already started to become attached to my little one, with all the kicking and cute little flips my baby does, why wouldn't I keep the baby? I get to find out the sex of the baby on the 17th, so I will definitely let everyone know (for who's interested, I am writing a new story soon about my experience as being a teen mom.)
*****UPDATE: THE STORY OF MY PREGNANCY AND BIRTH IS NOW OUT AND ALMOST COMPLETED.*****
