By the time I turned about seven, I was used to these things. It never scared me, I just pretty much tried to ignore it because I knew it kind of bothered my mom. For the most part, I didn't mention these encouters to her. The hardest thing for her was that she really didn't believe in ghosts until I came along. Like I said, my encounters were just a part of every day life by this point. One night, I was asleep in my bed and I slowly started waking. My eyes were about half open when I realize that someone was in my room. Like I said, I was used to these things, so it didn't scare me, YET. When my eyes opened all the way, and I realized what I was seeing, then I was scared. I saw a teenage girl sitting in my floor with candles encircling her and a dagger in her hand. She looked at me and gave me an unnerving smile, took the dagger to her wrist, and slowly cut her wrist. She looked at me again. I got up, went into the bathroom, got some water, and returned to my bedroom. She was gone.
The next morning, I told my mom about the girl who "cut herself." She told me it was a bad dream, which made me feel a little better; until I heard the conversation she had with our neighbors. My mom asked our neighbors if anything strange happened in the house. The told her that strange things happened around there, and then told them a story about a girl who got caught up with "devil-worshipping" and killed herself IN MY BEDROOM!
After this, things went back to normal, nothing really affected me, after all, it happens all the time.
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