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This story starts off a bit odd for me anyway. Let me start off at the beginning. Several years back, I used to notice some things. I have seen things move, or heard noises and not know where they came from, and so on. I have had several experiences like this. The main story is not about me though. This story is more about my 14 year old cousin.

I will start with a few of my personal experiences. When I was 10 or 11 I used to have a dog that would stop and stare at something in my room. Every time she did this, my room would get very cold. A few times she did this; she would put her tail between her legs and run out of my room. I always thought it odd, but never really paid any attention to it. One night, my brother and I woke up at the same time because we thought we heard our dad tell us to get up. We had bunk beds and slept in the same room. I looked down to him, and he asked me, "Did dad just tell us to get up?" Right when he asked, our TV came on. I told him to turn off the TV, and it went off. The remote was sitting on top of the TV and the TV was about 4 feet away from my brother. We got up and went to my parent's room and they were both sleeping.

Things like that would happen from time to time, but never paid much attention to them. I did not think too much about it. I mean, it was not hurting me, so why bother with paying attention to it? Which brings me too many years later and much more recent. My Great Grandparents recently passed away. At the funeral I was reunited with a cousin that I had not seen since she was born. Our Birthdays are 14 years and 4 days apart. So we celebrated our birthdays that year together. It's been almost a year that we have been talking to each other.

What is odd though is that we found, the very first day we were reunited, after not seeing or talking to each other for almost 14 years, that it seemed as if we had always been close. I am not someone that gets very close to anyone. I mean it took a lot for me to get close to my wife. I am not close with my parents, my siblings, or friends. So this seems odd to me. Well a few months ago she started telling me about some things that were happening to her that she could not explain.

Every time we are together, I always get a feeling that there is something bothering her. So I always ask her about it, and she didn't seem to want to tell me what was going on. When she started telling me about some events though, and realized that I was listening and not just passing it off as she was lying, she started to tell me more. Ever since she was 5 she has felt that she was being haunted. She has felt that she has been pushed, grabbed, tripped, hair pulled, and so on. She has also heard a voice, but it's never loud enough for her to understand what it is saying.

Well she has had some problems at home, so she comes to stay with me every now and then for a few days to get away from some of the stresses she is going through. One night, while she was at my house she was talking and then got quiet all of a sudden. I asked her what was wrong, but she just shook her head. I thought maybe it was something she was thinking about at home. I noticed the next morning that she had a red mark on her neck. She told me she didn't know what it was from. It was a few days later that she told me about feeling haunted.

A few days ago, my wife came to me and told me about an experience she had after my cousin left. The very night we took her home; my 1 year old daughter woke up at 3am and started crying. My wife heard her on the baby monitor so she walked to her room. She thought she heard a voice in my daughter's room so she opened the door and my daughter was standing in her crib looking around like someone had been there and left. She was also talking like she does when she is trying to say something to me or my wife. My wife put her back to sleep and came back to bed.

My wife had just fallen back to sleep when she felt something on the bed. We have one of those temperpedic mattress with the memory foam. My wife woke up thinking that my 4 year old son had come into the room and sat on the bed. When she looked to the spot where she thought my son was, there was no one there, but there was an imprint on the memory foam. She got up and walked into my son's room and he was asleep. When she came back into our room the imprint was still there and her imprint from lying in bed was gone. Just as she started to really pay attention to the imprint of what she thought was my son, it started to go away.

Then today, I started talking to my cousin online through messenger like I do almost everyday, and she told me that she woke up with scratches on her thigh and buttocks. I drove to her house to look around her room, and did not find anything that would have caused it while she was sleeping. She showed me the scratches. They were very high up on her inner thigh and on her buttocks close to her hip like someone had grabbed her from behind and tried to pull her towards them.

I looked some things up before writing this story. From what she has explained and from the scratches, it seems like an incubi is what she might be dealing with. I am very much a skeptic though, and I am looking for ways to try to find out what is happening. My wife is also a skeptic and is not someone that scares easily. So with this story I am also seeking answers to questions because I am not really sure where to look. I am an Atheist. So looking towards religion doesn't really work for me. First, how can I find out if what is happening to my cousin might be related to things that have happened to me and my family? Second, is it possible that my connection to my cousin is more than just a close bond that seemed to form so quickly? Third, is a story like this ever happened before?

I was around 7 years of age when I had my first experience. One thing I should make clear is that I don't remember much of my childhood and I'm sure it has something to do with my experiences while I lived in this particular house as a child.

It was late of night and I couldn't sleep. I can't remember whether it was because I was excited as something was happening the next day, but I do remember I was sitting up in bed reading a book. (I can even tell you the book I was reading - Read it Yourself, Jack and the Beanstalk) I don't know when I became aware of it but I could hear footsteps right outside my bedroom window, back and forth, then back and forth again. It was almost as if someone or something was pacing, waiting and there was an air of anticipation. It unnerved me, but at that time I wasn't scared, I just remember thinking to myself "Who would be walking underneath my window this late of a night?" I knew it wasn't my Mam or Dad because I'd heard them go to bed.

For some reason Mam had never put curtains in my window and my bed was situated so that I couldn't see the window when I was in bed. I was aware that the footsteps had stopped but, again, at the time I thought nothing of it. I suddenly became aware of something or someone watching me. I felt compelled to turn around and look out of the window, so I did...

What I saw will be with me for the rest of my life and I still get heart palpitations when I think of it, I am now, as I'm writing this down.

A pair of eyes were staring at me and not just any eyes; they were red rimmed, hollow and evil. They appeared to be glowing as it was dark outside. I stared transfixed. I felt paralyzed and couldn't move. As sudden as the paralysis came over me it left and I was able to turn away. And turn away I did indeed. I was so scared that I grabbed my nearest teddy bear and cuddled down into my bed with the covers up to my chin and bawled my eyes out.

The feeling of being watched left me and the pacing of footsteps resumed. I don't know what time the footsteps stopped but I do know that as I drifted into an uneasy sleep they were still there and felt like they were reverberating through my head.

The next morning I told Mam and Dad what I had seen, they scoffed and laughed at me, saying what a vivid imagination I had. I felt like crying again. I knew it was real but no-one believed me. My Dad said that I should have come and got him if someone was walking around the garden and he explained the eyes as a car going down the road. It could have been feasible if it hadn't been for the huge hedge that hid cars from view and not being able to see the road from my bedroom window. But being the skeptical people they are, they rationalized and tried to explain it away as a natural occurrence - and maybe it was - but I didn't think so, and nor do I think so now.

From that time on I was afraid of the dark and didn't like the fact that there were no curtains in my window. Mam never did put curtains up though, not until we moved house. She said that because we were in the country I didn't need them.

A couple of weeks later I remember playing in the woods with my brother and friends. I can't remember what happened but I can remember a "woman" and "red shoes". I remember being scared and running like mad. It wouldn't be until years later, in fact a few years ago, that Mam would reveal something to me that disturbed me and is possibly linked to my experience.

I don't know how long it was after the experience but I'd made Mam move my bed to the other side of the room so that I could face anything head on. I had some strange idea that I would be safer if I could see the window. Mam had tucked me into bed and I had left strict instructions for her to "leave the landing light on" as Mam wouldn't leave a light on in my room. I had settled down to sleep with my hands on top of the duvet. I felt warm and safe - looked after. I became aware of a presence but this time it wasn't threatening and I didn't feel any evil, just warmth. Someone took hold of my hand which frightened me because I knew there wasn't anything or anyone in the room with me. I jerked my hand away and put them under the covers and this time I said nothing to Mam and Dad. They didn't believe me when I told them of my other experiences, why would they believe me now? Besides I didn't want to be laughed at again.

I can't remember if I had anymore experiences but after the holding of my hand I have always felt like I'm being watched over and looked after. We moved when I was 11 to a new area and I continued having paranormal experiences but none as frightening as this one. I became fascinated with hauntings and would read anything paranormal that I could get my hands on.

At 33, I still feel that whoever or whatever was there in that house is still playing a big part of my life. I have been starting to get flashbacks of my childhood and I don't know whether it has any significance to my experience.

About 2 years ago I was cleaning my son's room out and I had the feeling that someone was standing in the doorway. I turned around expecting it to be my husband creeping up on me but it wasn't. There was a man standing in the door, for just a split second and then he disappeared. I believe that this man is the same one that held my hand as a child and has been looking out for me ever since. I see him as my guardian angel.

I know the house I'm living in now has a spirit, but the spirit of a woman. The reason I know this is that my husband and I have seen her on separate occasions. Also, a couple of months ago we'd been shopping and decided that we would get a taxi home. As we pulled up outside our house the taxi man declared "this is my aunt's old house" and then went on to say "she lived here in the 40's". He helped us with the shopping and kept looking at the house with a dreamy smile on his face. In fact he seemed reluctant to leave. In the end he looked at us and his final parting words were "say hello to her for me". As we walked into the house I said to my husband "Did he just say what I thought he said?" We were both just a little freaked by this but as I was unpacking the shopping I found myself saying out loud "Your nephew just dropped us off and he says hello!"

Besides I'm digressing here, and as I mentioned before I have started to get flashbacks around the time I lived in that house. I was talking to my Mam on the phone and I was asking her about a particular flash back I'd recently had - I was in the living room with my dad, he was putting on my socks and telling me that it was okay and there was nothing to be scared of. I remember being very scared and nothing my father said would help - Mam said that it was nothing and when I asked my dad, he told me that he was taking me on his rounds as a gamekeeper. I didn't believe him. I was so used to my dad's job having grown up with it that I knew this wasn't the case. I still don't know whether my parents are deliberately keeping something from me or to this day they can't genuinely remember.

Mam went on to reveal that while we lived in there that I kept having "nightmares" about a woman in red shoes walking around the garden. I asked Mam whether she was sure it was nightmares I was having or something more, but as Mam and Dad are the most skeptical people I know, they are adamant that it was just nightmares. I on the other hand don't believe they were...

I have had flashbacks of a woman standing. She is wearing a white top with a red skirt and has red shoes on. Whether this is the woman Mam was referring to I don't know, neither do I know whether it is connected to what I have experienced.

The name Mary also keeps cropping up a number of times from spiritualists. No-one in our family went by the name Mary and I don't know whether it's connected or not. I do know that my time in that house is very patchy and I can't remember anything significant ever happening again. Whether it was too traumatic for me and I've blocked it out has occurred to me, but I'm too frightened of seeing someone about it in the event that I do remember something that I don't want to, or is so traumatic that it will affect me even more than it has done so already.

I feel compelled to write an account of my experiences because I feel that even today I'm still being haunted by it. Maybe there is a rational explanation for it and if anyone can offer one I'd be grateful. I also want to know where Mary comes into this. Is she the woman in red shoes or someone else? And more importantly has she got a message for me? There are so many things that come back to me, some I remember and others fade away again and elude me. The main thing is that I think I need help to solve this mystery that hangs over this experience.