I think my family was followed.

I'm gonna say this, one by one.

When my dad was a kid, around 10 to 12, he borrowed a ouija board from a friend and tried it out. I found that out through my older sister, and she told me that my dad never EVER told anybody what went down when he used it.

I started putting the dots together.

My dad, since he was 6, had other worldly experiences. He told us he used to feel like he was floating above his bed, and would slam down into the bed whenever he woke up. He had tons of dreams where he was falling, and my grandmother told me my dad went through multiple episodes of sleepwalking. IT ONLY GOT WORSE, after he used to board. 

He met my mother when he was 20 and she was 19, they had my sister, and were forced into marriage after having her. They had Me and my other siblings after the marriage.

My mom would say, as a little baby, my little sister would go missing and would appear in spaces she shouldn't be, such as closets or locked rooms. My little sister taylor, didn't know how to walk at the time.

She also said, my brother Carter, often would react to blank space. He would laugh and babble around like he was with my mom, when there wasn't anybody there.

but there were a few incidents that stick out.

1: My family used to live in a house with three floors, the basement, the main area, and the top floor. My older sister slept in the basement. She told me, when she was being babysat by my grandma ruth. My grandma would set her off to bed, and turn off the lights of the main room of the basement and go upstairs. after a while, Avery would hear a shuffle and the lights would turn on. My grandma would come downstairs and scold Avery for turning the light on, and turn it off. this happened multiple times, lights turn off, shuffle, lights turn on, then the scolding. There was no explanation of how it turned on, since the lights were pretty industrial downstairs, it took some pressure to turn them on and off.

2: In our second house, it was a pretty small one, with 3 floors again.

from my dads point of view:

My dad is laying in bed, when he felt a big pressure come down on his chest, as if somebody was right on top of him. In that moment he had no Idea what to do, so in his effort to breath, and threw all his body weight to the side, falling off the bed. As he fell, there was a huge crash upstairs, which of course, alerted my "half breathing almost just fainted" dad. He had bolted up the stairs, from the basement to the top floor, (in house #2, the kids rooms were upstairs, we were old enough to walk then). 

Upstairs, there was a big shift in air pressure, like something else was in the room, there to greet him. My dad, was a christian at the time, and had bursted out in prayers as he woke us up to bring us downstairs to the main floor. My older sister remembered that night very well, cause my father got very paranoid of what was going on in the house, to the point he drove us over to our grandparents for the next two nights.

Those are pretty much the only ones I can remember now.

I just thought it was funny, all of that stopped after we moved away. I mean Us kids still had nightmares and weird floaty over bed kind of feelings. I guess Mr."I'll fuck up the fun part of your childhood" demon guy, just gave up. 

I'll update when I get more dots to connect