Ever since I was a kid, I've been able to see people's aura's, as well as the colors of sounds. I thought it was normal for a long time, until I moved to a new house and started getting sleep paralysis. This changed how I perceived the world, since previously, I could sense whether a person was trustworthy and see the color of sounds from a long distance. Not only was that the same, it was amplified by those nightmares. I suddenly started hearing my parents whispering with each other in their room across the hall and my little brother's soft breathing the room over as I laid in bed at night. Then, I started seeing shadow creatures and figures that would stand ominously, no matter if it was day or night. They were the same creatures that I saw in my sleep paralysis. I was seeing a therapist at the time, so I told them what I was experiencing. Since I was a kid, they brushed it off as a active imagination.
The thing it is, as I got older those creatures only became more solidified in my vision. It went from feeling something wrong and seeing the shadows darken. To tall figures watching me from a distance outside my window. At night, I could hear knocking on my window, and sometimes from one of my closets as well. I even heard soft crying from that closet. It was very unnerving, and my behavior became increasingly erratic.
My breaking point was when I was hanging in my bed with my cat, and I noticed a shadow creature step out of the darkness my door casted. I was used to it at this point, since they didn't do much except whisper. And since my diagnosis, I tried to convince myself that it was hallucination like the doctors said. But as I stared at it, I became more scared. Then my cat started hissing at it. I freaked out, grabbed my cat, and started yelling for my mom. The thing is, my cat was 19 years old at the time, she didn't meow unless she wanted food or attention. Let alone hiss, she would only do that when a neighborhood cat came to the door. But she was there hissing at this creature that I thought was a hallucination.
That was a few years ago, and I moved from that house. I started recovering and working on myself more. The conversation came up, and I explained my experiences to my dad and sister. Turns out, I was too young to know this at the time, but the previous owners of that house was a family of five. The parents were extremely strict and physically abusive. Especially to the youngest son who didn't do well in school. After his older siblings left to go to college, his parents left to rent out a condo. Leaving the youngest in the house, and apparently he went insane. Going up into the attic and carving the anti-christ symbol into the ceiling, and into every door of the house. He lived up there for a while I heard. Eventually the house was sold by his parents to my family, and he was kicked out. But before they moved out, professionals had to dig up seven urns filled with ash that were buried in the backyard. As well as disassemble an altar that they had made. Theres still concrete were it stood, but its overshadowed by overgrown bamboo.
After hearing that, I realized that when I moved out, my symptoms had suddenly become more manageable. I thought it was that I had space from my mother or the work I had put into my mental health. But now I wonder if whatever had happened in that house had left its mark.
Even though psychosis is a scientifically explained mental illness, I never fully trusted what professionals told me. Especially the ones who were more eager to prescribe me medications then hear what I had to say. I think theres definitely some overlap between the paranormal and being mentally ill. Since, my whole family could agree that something was wrong with that house.