I've always been fascinated with the paranormal, even during my early childhood and I'm not sure which fascination preceded the other, but I've also been fixated on death as well. I've always had a very graphic imagination but this has never created a problem for me until recently.
Now every time I close my eyes, I'm surrounded by decaying faces. This has been going on for a couple of years, but I was able to write it off as having an overactive imagination and overindulgence in horror films. But, lately, these visions have become more persistent than ever.
Owning many pets over the previous 18 years I have lived here, almost all of them have been buried in the backyard and I'm almost positive that they "haunt" me regularly (I sometimes hear paws in the hallway while the cat and dogs are asleep), but I'm not afraid of them. A couple of people I've known have recently died, but these people were harmless in life. At the beginning of the year, my next door neighbor died of natural causes but she was an upstanding member of the community and on great terms with the family. In February, a chat buddy of mine died of a short battle with lung cancer. It may be mind over matter, but I never feel at peace. I always feel something malevolent watching me from outside my house, even past dawn.
A week ago, I woke up in the morning (working nights, I get rest during the daytime) and was unable to fall back asleep for an hour and a half because I felt like I was not alone. Accompanying this very dark energy are auditory hallucinations (moans) and I've noticed that the water in the bathroom closest to my bedroom is constantly running when nobody is occupying it (toilet water running and sometimes rising - sometimes the toilet water has an odor when it rises). I feel increasingly vulnerable to paranormal encounters daily, and I feel it mostly when I'm on the side of my house which my bedroom is. I experience recurring nightmares about my yard.
Mind you, my house is not old. I remember when it was built and the land on which it was built had previously been an orchard. While I certainly hope that this experience is merely psychological, what would you do if you experienced a similar situation?