It started when my father, Step-mom, Two brothers and I, moved to
a house on Bluefield. I would get feelings of "another presence"
in the room. I wouldn't think of it being a spirit until my step-
mom said she noticed it to. So naturally I started paying more
attention to it. There were shadows mainly in the hall, living
room, and kitchen. When I looked to see what caused them they were
gone. I woke up one morning and got ready for school, I walked
across the hall into the bathroom to brush my teeth when I noticed
a tall figure of a man much shorter than my Dad starring at me.
Of course I didn't move, I couldn't, my heart started racing. I
could only see his silhouette, then like an idiot I wiped my eyes to
see if I was imagining it and he was gone. I didn't tell anyone
about it. Then one day my step-mom's friend wanted to talk to me
about the shadows. She told me it was a older man who would never
harm me but I knew him in a past life. He watches over the house,
but is more attracted to me for reasons she doesn't know about. I
keep my door closed nearly always because we have cats that get
into everything. I've found my door open each time I walk down the
hall. Once I was in the bathroom brushing my hair, you can see my
door from the reflection in the mirror. I heard the door start to
very gently but quietly rattle then I saw the door open. My Dad and
brothers don't believe me, neither does any one else I tell this
story about. I am living with my mom now, I still get those same
feelings from time to time. I also still see the shadows, I don't
want them to go away, I feel safer with them around. (Even though
they startle me some times!)