I'm temporarily living with my cousin's and my aunt. I love them and everything, but not the house. Because my aunt is psychic, she can feel a presence in her house. It's haunted. And last night when I tried to sleep, I heard weird shuffling sounds, whispers getting louder, footsteps and this one strange sound that repeated for about 2 minutes. I was simply terrified. Didn't sleep well at all.
Last year I went to the bathroom at my Aunt's house, and I walked in and started to sit down on the toilet when I hear my uncle say my name. He was in the tub and I didn't even see him. I'm just glad I didn't see anything because it was already weird enough.
When I was in 9th grade, My English teacher have me my paper, and I saw that there was slime on it. I didn't know what it was so I tasted it. It tasted weird. To this day I feel like it was snot or spit but I still don't know what it was.
When I'm home alone, I sing as loud as I can, as long as I can, and as weird as I can. Then someone walks in.
A few months ago my girlfriend died. I still text her and I have dreams about her. People think I'm weird and that I'm just not moving on but I can't figure it out. Why am I still so attached?