Ghostly Encounters?

So like almost six years ago when I was 14 we moved into this older home in Texas. It was okay looking. A little dated but my room was super awesome and huge so I didn't complain. I had a good size walk in closet. It was all nice and awesome. But then weird things started happening. I would hear banging noises, scratching and tapping coming from inside my closet in the middle of the night. I always just ignored it and was like eh whatever just my imagination playing tricks on me. But then things started to escalate. The closet door would sometimes creak open in the middle of the night and all the noises started to happened against the door.

I just continued to ignore it even though it was really starting to freak me out. And then one night I woke up in the middle of the night. Idk why but I was just laying there on my side trying to fall back asleep when A FREAKING HAND SLAP DOWN ON MY PILLOW INFRONT OF MY DAMN FACE. Now yes I don't know if it was a hand cause I had my eyes close but it felt like a hand. I immediately froze and pretended to be asleep cause that shit was just like nuh uh not gonna happen. Then about two months later I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard my closet door creak open as usual so I just ignored it and tried to get back to sleep (ain't no ghost gonna take away my beauty rest). So I was laying there trying to get back to sleep when IT HAPPENED AGAIN!! A freaking hand slapped down on my pillow right infront of my face. It freaked me the hell out. But once again I pretended to be asleep 😂😂. Cause in all the ghost horror movies I've seen it only gets worse when you acknowledge the ghost so I was ignoring that sleep ruining bitch.

Then about six months passed and nothing really happened. And then something really fucking scary happened. So it was like I wanna say a Wednesday night. That weekend I had a friend spend the night and she's a pretty big girl. So I was in bed and I woke up to someone sitting down on the bed behind me. (I always sleep on my side) and for some reason I thought it was my friend and we were still having the sleep over and I got irritated that she was trying to mess with me. I was just about to swing my arm back to hit her when I realized IT WASNT HER! I about died on the inside. Cause no one who lives in my house is that big or big enough to make that kind of dent in the bed next to me. I fucking swear I stayed up for three hours with that thing sitting on the bed next to me before I somehow fell asleep. After that night I was freaking done. (My bed was like only three feet away from the closet door) that next morning I freaking got up and dragged my bed to the other side of the room.

After I moved my bed to the other side of the room I didn't have a whole lot of trouble anymore. I mean every now and then things would be knocked off my wall or things would be moved from where I originally had them, but that was about it. The day we moved out of that house was the best damn day ever guys. I flipped off the closet before I left that room for good 😂😂😂