It started when I turned ten years old. We moved into this new house that they built on the block.
I lived with my mother and step dad. It was a small house, three bedroom, two bath, a small living area, and a nice little kitchen and dining area.
I had my own room.
The other bedroom used as an office. My mother and step father both worked day jobs.
I am sixteen years old now.
The demon is still haunting me.
The problem is it's getting worse.

At first my mother would call me and shout, "Bedtime Ella!"

"Okay mom! Goodnight!" I would call back.

"Night!" She said and I heard her bedroom door close.

I couldn't sleep so I decided to look out my window.
I saw a shadow jump onto my window.
It scared me!
I jumped back and then looked again and it was gone.
I calmed myself down and just laid in bed until I fell asleep.
The whole time I felt like I was being watched.
I woke up restless the next morning.
I went to school as usual and arrived there safely.
I came home afterwards and nothing was out of the ordinary. 
It must've been my imagination....or so I thought.