sometimes i think my life is actually a horror movie. every since i was young, maybe around 6 or 7, at night i would often see or sense a presence outside of my door. it was that of a old woman. she would often peep her head into my door as i slept. i always with the door open so i quickly leave my room if necessary, my parents at the time slept on the main floor and i was on the second. well by parents i mean my mother, my father slept in the guest room in the basement. as im sure you could've guessed they got divorced around this time too. a typical night for me was waking up in the middle of the night to the old woman peering through my door. immediately my body would instinctively jump to my feet and close my eyes and run past the woman and charge the stairs. at the bottom would be a motion sensor light, i would pause at the light and wait till the light stopped glowing before continuing to my moms room. i actually slept in the same bed as her until i was 12. my dad moved out when i was in grade one and he had gotten remarried in grade 5. my dad thought my behavior was childish and thought that i should 'toughen up' and stay in my own room. so he forced me to stay in my room at his place even if the woman was there. at my mother's i still have my same routine. my whole childhood is pretty foggy but the old woman is clear as day to me. she stopped appearing as frequently when entering middle school at 14, and i dont remember her in high school at all. that was until december of my junior year. i was out hiking with my four best friends and i had gotten a text from my mother. she basically told me that it was my fault that my dog was dying. i felt like i was going to cry so i started walking faster to get away from my friends so they wouldn't see. the whole hike something melt amiss as i started to run i realized what. she was here. the old woman was watching me. the next moments are hazing, im running, im on the ground, my friends are huddled around me, im crying, im unable to breathe, im having a panick attack, im being held up, im waking to the car, im in the car, im crying, i end up at my friends house, im on her couch, my dad comes and i go home with him. all of this within the span of 2 hours maybe more. i have had panic attacks before but nothing like that. those weeks prior i had finally understood that my mother was abusive. i loved her growing up, idolized her, and yet she had hurt me. she would yell and verbally abuse me. she told me in a fit of angry that my father cheated on her with my current stepmother, so i would have to deal with the guilt that i loved her even though she briught my mom pain. i had promised myself that once my dog died i would stop going to my moms house. he was my last reason to be there. he passed on christmas eve. so i permanently moved to my dad house, and eventually into a dorm room at my high school. even while staying in my dorm the woman would still stand outside of my door. my door has to be closed now, so it's always locked. now im in my year at university and as i write this im at my desk in my new dorm room and shes standing outside of my door. waiting for me. i know in the end shes not real and just a personification of the trauma my mother gave me. but she feels so real. i have borderline personality disorder which can cause hallucinations and/psychosis to happen. which of course would explain the woman. but what if she is real. a real being. who do you think she would be? all things considered i still very much feel like a horror movie protagonist. let me know what y'all think :/

One question. Is your username nox, from harry potter? Anyways, I think psychosis might be an ongoing problem, either that or an overactive imagination. I had the same issue as a child. I hope I was to be of some help.