I was watching a television program and then I zoned out. I felt a sudden cold air flow over me, and then I felt someone staring at me. I was downstairs in the basement. My parents lived in a three flat, I guess I’d say. So I was sitting on the couch when I felt something burning a whole into my head. I looked up to see who was staring at me and saw my dead aunt standing by the upstairs stairway with her hand on the railing. She had just died and was about 30 something. She was very dark skinned and so that scared me. I was always scared of her because she was so dark. She wore a bright red dress which really caught my attention. Just the sight of her standing there, looking so real but ghost-like. I just stared at her. She smiled back at me. All I could think about was my dad then because I remember him crying on those upstairs stairs for hours after the funeral. That had been the second time he’d lost a sister. The first was a baby girl and she died shortly after birth, and now his favorite youngest sister died leaving him with another who he barely spoke too. That wiped out of my mind and then she slowly faded away. I felt a snap in my mind and broke out of the daze. Then I heard my dad snapping his fingers at me and I turned and his hands were in my face. “You’re sitting on the remote!” he yelled. I stood up and let him take it. Then I sat back down. Ever since then I didn't know if should say anything to people about seeing ghosts. I would talk to my parents about it sometimes, and they'd say, "Yea, I have dreams and talk to dead relatives." Now I wasn't <em>that</em> bad. I just saw people. I never spoke to them. It wasn’t so important or creepy to me until one day I caught my dead great grandmother in the upstairs bathroom. I swung the shower curtains back as I was ready to get out , saw her staring at the closet door. I was so shocked that I fell on my back and bumped my head on the tub's hard surface.
After that, it all stopped. I didn't see any ghosts. That was until I met this guy. I started getting headaches and becoming dizzy whenever I'd talk to him on the phone or he'd mention about coming to see me. I only knew him for about a few weeks now. I didn't catch it as anything serious and so I continued to talk to him. His name was Michael Stevenson. I didn't know much about his past and he seemed like a great guy but it was something about our energy whenever we would sleep together. I would wake up to feel like somebody was standing over me just watching me. I started having nightmares of me running in a forest on a bike path, I'd fall and start screaming and mumbling under my breath. I thought it was from watching Criminal Minds all the time. You know, me just tweakin, so I continued to shake it off. Michael and I continued to go out for about a year and one day he asked me to marry him. I said yes, and the next step was him asking me to move in with him. I said yes to that too. It was just that on the day of me moving all of my stuff, something extremely scary happened. I was sitting on the edge of my bed changing my shoes when I felt something grab my ankle. I'm looking but I’m not seeing anything. I screamed as something scratched at my flesh. "MICHAEL! HELP MEEE!!!" I fell to my knees and then I was starting to be pulled under the bed, and it felt like there was a hole under there. Michael soon came in, "Baby, what's wrong where you at?!" I wailed and dug my nails into the floor, "MIIIKE!" He found me under the bed with only my arms sticking out. We only had a queen sized bed and my feet should've been showing on the other side. Michael pulled me out, struggling to play tug of war with whatever was trying to drag me to hell. Finally he got me out, helped me up, and looked at my legs that were both scratched up and bleeding, "WHAT THE FCK JUST HAPPENED?!" he stared at me. I shook my head hopping on one knee, "I DON’T KNOW! JUST GET ME THE FCK OUTTA HERE NOW!” “I'll call the movers to come get the rest of yo sht! Let’s go!" He swooped me up in his arms and jetted out of the house. From there we went to the hospital.