So after I was switched to being homeschooled, I would go on my mom's shopping trips with her. I did that until I was old enough to stay home alone. One of these times I experienced something very disturbing.
I was maybe 12 or 13. I was sitting at the table doing my work when suddenly I felt like I was being watched from the sliding glass door right next to me. I calmly gathered my stuff and moved up to my room. The feeling persisted. I was so freaked out that I called my mom and begged her to come home. I had started crying and when she got back, she found me in a huddle on the couch under the afghan, face turned towards the window.
After my mom came home, the feeling that I was being watched slowly went away. I've never figured out why I had that feeling, but to this day I can't have my back to a window without feeling like I'm being watched. These days it's more of a discomfort than anything else, but I still don't like it.
I've even made it a point to find all the areas in our house where I can hide from the view of windows. There aren't many. And, to be honest, I still don't feel comfortable in those areas. I feel most comfortable when I duck into my parents' closet, but even then...
Maybe just imagination, maybe something more. I don't know, but I wish I did. It would be nice to be able to sit anywhere in a restaurant and not have it be dictated by whether or not I feel watched. It would be nice to feel like I can walk in my own house without needing to suddenly duck into a windowless area and recover.
Ever since we replaced our front door with one that has a window, I've had difficulty going upstairs when it's dark out. I feel like something watches me all the way up the stairs and so I have to run and then I'll practically fling my back against the wall and just breathe.
I'm also not a fan of walking past or through dark rooms. I hate going into the bathroom at night because the staircase is right there. It's especially bad because I usually only go to get water, which means there's no point closing the door.

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Weird Stuff My Family's Experienced
Non-FictionSo, I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but there have been a number of things that have happened to me and my family that sometimes make me wonder. #5 in idontunderstand