So I was out and about again and I swear I'm being followed. The feeling is not going away. And it's not all the time, just certain times so I'm pretty sure I'm not being paranoid. Maybe I am though. And then on top of that I come home to see my mom in a weird trance just standing there. This is all too familiar to the first time I was being haunted and we know where that led. Being haunted sucks sometimes.