Childhood experiences no longer occur.
Okay, so I'm 15. This TECHNICALLY makes me a teenager... which isn't far from being a child... which sounds stupid for me to say childhood in the first place.
Anyway...
When I was little, starting at the age of 5 (which is as far back as I can remember) I would sleepwalk. I'd sleepwalk and be in a ball facing a corner in pitch black and wake up and start screaming. I'd wake up on the couch watching Miss Cleo after remembering being tucked safely into bed. I'd feel pressed down against my bed or the wall I was next to (sometimes my beds are in the corner). I'd find myself staring in one spot and not even blinking for a long period. While this staring occurred I was scared sh*tless but couldn't move. I'd always feel watched. This is the most important point. Watched. Did you hear? One more time. Watched. Lol. The most important and only vision?
I think I was about 6. My oldest sister had moved out so I got my second oldest sister's room. This was, in my opinion, a hot spot for feeling uncomfortable. Anyway, I drifted off to sleep soon enough, and woke at some point in time. Above and in front of me I saw a floating white/kind of see-through/hologram-like head. This head had a really big top back part to it. He was bald, and the color if this guy was black and white, very bright light shining on him or something to that degree. His eyes were hollow. He had two hands with long fingers and long fingernails, wiggling around. Then it felt like he sent little white spiders everywhere. I saw these spiders on top of my blanket and crawling under them. As you can probably imagine, I couldn't move, or scream. Tears ran down the sides of my face. I mean, I was little, this stuff would scare me like that NOW.
I want to know if I'd seen something like this in a movie and then went to bed and dreampt it. I have to know if all of this was my childhood imagination or for real.
When I was 7, we moved to Texas. Nothing like that happened in that house. I was perfectly happy and normal, and my sleepwalking came to one every three months or so, and then diminished to nothing. After I moved, I worked up the bravery to tell my oldest sister, of which I trust the most. I asked her if she'd felt anything odd in that house. She said she would go to be and wake up and feel watched to where she couldn't move or scream. We shared some tears and hung up. It surprised me, so much.
Not too long ago I found out that her and her friends had used a ouiji board in that house before I was born. You know, to where they all got addicted to it; came home after school looking forward to talking to whoever came with the board.
TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS. I need some comfort. I just spilled my heart out. Tell me if you think it was the house or my imagionation and so on. Please? Lol. Thanks, you guys.