I kept remembering the weird things that happened to me.

In elementary, my school is rumored to be haunted because of its origin being a cemetery, then hospital, then church, and finally a school. My classmates would tell us spooky stories of ghosts that they have seen and the experiences that are out of this world. I for one have not seen a ghost, but I did heard a door slam shut so loud from the third floor when all the rooms are already isolated and closed.

Years ago, it was our swimming day for vacation. It was still dark, but mom and my grandparents are already downstairs preparing. My little sister (age 2) kept waking up since mom isn't beside her. She'd cry and go to my mattress. Both our beds are on the floor, so she could just stand up and walk to my side. There was one point when I woke up to the feeling with someone poking me and I saw this dark shadow of a girl's figure. I can't see coz the lights are off, and then I saw my lil sis stand up and walk right beside me and slept. I just realized seeing that shadow after waking up, but I wasn't sure because I was sleepy as fuck. Thought it was mom, but no. It wasn't her. Can't be grandma, the hair is longer. Can't be my sister, she was leaning towards me and I think she's tall as I am (the shadow). I asked mom again about this incident but she just told me to stop on the horror shit since it's like opening our mind to the darkness. Like, my mind HAS ALWAYS BEEN OPEN TO THE DARKNESS SINCE CHILDHOOD, COME ON MOM. I already knew how oral sex works before I even got a hold of a book or Internet to search what it is😑.

Then the last chapter. The silhouette. Mom still thinks I just had been imagining things. Too much horror and crap. Even if I take a break, weird shit doesn't fail on finding me.

I still remember my earliest nightmare. I was inside our oldest room, and I saw Imhotep in his corporeal form (antagonist of The Mummy) but I could've also sworn that I saw a tall thin man without a face. Or maybe it's a coincidence. But nevertheless, throughout my childhood it was neither fun nor boring. 60:40 on boring is to fun. I'm friendly and cheerful back then, but not exactly innocent (both if you're wondering). I was aware of "bad people", but as I matured I can clearly see that what my mom said that thieves and serial killers are bad people are not the only one.

This memories just kept popping up in my memory and that shadow had been appearing to me since I was 3 or 4, but I can't tell why. Somebody give me some opinions and advice. Please.