[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned thirteen, puberty hit me. One night aft

[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned fourteen, puberty hit me. One night after

I still remember it all so clearly, no matter how many days or years it has been since then. On that first night it happened to me I told myself to keep it a secret; mostly due to fear then, but now, well, I don’t know. I just knew that I couldn’t keep it all in my mind anymore so I decided to write all of my memories of it into a special diary. Maybe it would be useful later, maybe not.

After the night of my first encounter, the days and following weeks seemed uneventful. Even with it still fresh on my mind I did my best to focus on my schoolwork. My mom still thought I had been masturbating that night or exploring my body, however she put it. I knew some stuff about sex and all that, but I didn’t feel like having that conversation with her just yet. Would she even believe me if I tol