Another boring last hour of school. Yes, Social, the most boring subject (besides Math). Well, I'm just sitting there, waiting for the bell to ring, but there was an odd quietness drifting through the room. Then out of nowhere, this very loud very high-pitched noise started ringing in my ear. I tried to ignore it but thats when I started to pull my hair. My friend sitting next to me asked me what was wrong. I said "nothing, nothing is wrong!" She told the teacher and I had said I had a really bad headache. So I went home 10 minutes early that day (I probably could have waited). As I was walking home, I had that odd feeling of being watched.. again. I got home, went inside and of course, I was home alone. This was before I had got my cat so my house was completely empty except the fact there was furnature, food, etc. I went in my room about to phone my mom who was at work when this HUGE crashing sound made me drop the phone. I was really starting to get scared now. That's when I thought "This is enough". I ran down the street to my mom's work (the dentist) and came through the door disrupting everything and everyone there. I told my mom what had happened and of course, no one believed me. All she said was "I told you going to bed at 11:30 is not the answer." Well this had been going on for days. I would not go into my house, alone, at all. One night, about 11:25 p.m., I was laying in bed. It was a very akward feeling of silence. That's when the sound of crashing dishes made me jump out of my covers. It woke up my mom and I (but not my brother) I went into the kitchen to find nothing. That's when my mom told me about a dream she was having. Of a man. A tall, broad-shouldered man. It was almost like he was warning us of something. It was really creepy. And appearently, my dad didn't believe me either, because my mom has always had weird dreams... I started to get the feeling that something was in my house. I had trouble sleeping, I didn't want to eat, I couldn't concentrate in school. It was scary. The only person I had told and who believed me was a friend I had. He wasn't a close friend, but he helped me and said this has happened to him before. I drew pictures of what I had seen, told him the dreams I have had. He helped all he could until he could help no more. I was going great for about two months, my life was hyper and fun as normal until a day at school. Again, like the first day it happened, I was sitting in my desk, being bored, my head was empty (or thoughless) when that high-pitched noise came back. I looked up and the walls litterly looked like they were melting! Real weird!! That's when I had asked to leave the room. I went to the bathroom, I had felt so dizzy. I went in a stall and stayed there. The walls were spinning, the floor was sinking, there were series of weird events happening all around me. I could hear voices, screaming, crying, laughing. There was something around me. My teacher came in and asked if I was alright. I had said "no, I am not alright, no one believes a thing I say! There are weird things happening to me, it is scaring me very badly, I hear things, I see things, and it won't stop!!" I was almost in tears. I went home that day. I had stayed home. I was too scared to even come out of my house anymore. My dad wanted to take me to the hospital. He thought it was because of all of the deaths of my loved ones that year. I had lost many family members and it had been bothering me. I just didn't show it. My life had been different ever since. Weird things to still happen to me today. I just try and ignore them. Nobody believes me most of the time. Maybe I'm like one of those special people who see things. Maybe I have a gift. Could it be possibly I can communicate with the past? It random, it won't stop. Who knows...