Hello there, I would like to share with you two
different events that could have happened with the very
same entity. I say the same entity because I do not know
if it is a different entity. Here is my first experience
with the entity that I have named, just for the sake of
having something to call it, “Follower.”
"Follower"
When I was about three I moved from a small town
in Georgia to another small town called Wilcox in
Pennsylvania, USA. It was my mom, my father and I. We
needed a large home to fit my parent’s large oak and cedar
furniture, what we found was a two-story, excluding the
attic and basement home that was a peach color and had at
least an acre of land surrounding it, with a now
dilapidated deep red barn and a now absent tool shed.
The inside of the house contained white plaster walls, large
rooms, the usual old house smell and a crowded basement
with a dusty attic with nails that needed to be badly
sawed off as the tips protruded from the ceiling,
presenting the possibility for a nasty little puncture
wound.
A nice small neighborhood with lots of kids
surrounded my childhood home that was all enclosed within
the Allegany Mountains of western Pennsylvania.
When I first entered the house with my parents and our landlord I
distinctly remember wrinkling my nose at the smell of
paper mill pulp and musty house smell, but I also noticed
something else that I passed off as being nerves; I had
noticed that there was an odd feeling, like something was
there, something was not right and hadn’t been write for a
long time.
My first experiences where when I was about four
and five, I would hear someone walking up and down the
steps just outside my room. The staircase to get up stairs
was only three feet from my room door. Sometimes the
entity would even be so bold as to rattle the doorknobs on
my parent’s and my rooms. At first it scared me so bad
that I would have a fear of sleeping alone, so I would
sleep in my parent’s rooms, but as I got older the fear
slowly ebbed away. My father got me a black lab when I was
five; he thought that it would be a good companion and
protector for my friends, and me, as we would get into
some element of trouble. I had named her Effy and she
stayed with me always, she slept in my room and followed
me around like a shadow. Sometimes, though, she would wake
up at night and let out little growls and sometimes
whines, this would wake me up and immediately after these
times I would become overwhelmed with a fear of something.
At one point during my childhood I swore I saw a large
black shape, that I thought at the time was a bird, fly
right past me, moments later my dog came tearing down the
hallway and stopped at the door and growled until I told
my babysitter what I had seen.
As I began to reach the age where my mom (parents
divorced when I was 7) would let me stay after dark at my
friend’s homes and then walk back to my house, it seemed
that “Follower”, well followed me.
I began to feel as
though I was being followed at night and what ever it was,
was waiting just outside of the light. Once I thought I
had caught a glimpse of an all too solid shadow flit
behind a car, needless to say I booked it back to my home.
It also seemed, as I got older the feelings that would let
me know that I am not alone would intensify, when at my
home I was constantly plagued with the feelings and they
got so intense at some points that it felt as
though “Follower” was watching from the darkened staircase
or the hall, thus I would have every light on in whatever
room I was in, same with the floor. My mom found this odd,
but she never pressed it, I think that she felt “Follower”
too. One of the last feelings that I got was when I had to
walk through a dark hall it would feel like there was
something right behind me, and the darkness was trying to
swallow me up and suffocate me.
My dog also had a chronic fear of the basement and
attic; she would often whine and growl, even bark at an
unknown thing down there.
I have recently moved to Hemlock Farms,
Pennsylvania and “Follower” has kept up his haunting duty
of following me like an unseen but ever known shadow. It
seems to have become less intense but I know it is still
there.
“Watcher”
I had mentioned above that I moved recently
and “Follower” came with. I also think that there is
another entity in my new home. The feelings
from “Follower” have decreased, yet they are still there,
but I also feel something different, for the first time in
my life I feel at home in my home and neighborhood.
From
the moment I came into the community I said that I felt
like I belonged here and the creepy feelings of walking at
night are gone, for the most part, but there is something
there. I know because I can feel it watching me and
keeping me safe, it feels like I am warm inside and loved,
almost like someone wrapped a soft warm blanket around
your insides. Sometimes I see shadows looking at me but I
never feel scared, only at home and at peace with
everything. I called this one “Watcher”, again for the
sheer purpose of calling it something. I think it may be
the same entity because I feel the same feelings of unease
sometimes, only slightly different, like they are not
meant to make me feel that way. Because of “Follower’s”
lessened creepy feeling transmissions I think that he
maybe found a friend in “Watcher” on the other side and
has some peace, but then again that is just my theory
maybe it is my second one? Sometimes I think
that “Watcher” and “Follower” are my guardians (I have no
religion so I do not call them angels), but are guardians
supposed to make you feel so uneasy and loved at the same
time?
Contact me here: dark_wolf835@yahoo.com
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