u/Sea_Discipline8622

I'm posting this to another community to attempt at gaining more insight to my current dilema.

I barley post or use reddit, I only really have this account because I was bored a few years ago and wanted to take a look at the happenings on here. But I assure you, I am truthful. I am a teenage girl living near Sydney Australia. I live a relatively normal life, two parents and two siblings, private school and I hang out with friends often. My mum is a bit of a control freak and she wanted my room to be rearranged, which I was totally okay with as I don't really mind and arguing with her is pointless. This rearrangement brought on the want of removing the built in wardrobe by the door. Again, I was not too bothered by this. My father went about taking it out, he only really just bashed out the shelves and built a faux floor so it would be level with the rest of my room. My father is a tradesman so he was the best of us to go about this. Though when he was working on the top of the wardrobe he knocked a hole in the ceiling above where my bed and dresser are currently.

There is one medium sized hole above my dresser and four long, thin ones above my bed. Something about them throws me off. I am not a naturally anxious person, I rarely get anxiety outside of social anxiety so it is unlike me to get so irked by just some holes.

The attic is above the entire house, though most of it is inaccessible due to insulation unless you army crawl through it. I used to do this when I was much younger, thus smaller, so I'm not sure if someone full grown would be able to fit. Half of the section above my room, the space above my bed, is somewhat accessible though it would be difficult and quite uncomfortable as that is where the roof begins to slope. The other section, where the holes are not, is completely full of insulation.

At night I find myself looking up at the ceiling above my head and feeling untrusting. In the dark sometimes I see movement (the attic is very stuffy and has little to no ventilation, wind is not likely) and a few times I've thought that I could see the whites of somethings (someones?) eye/s.
I don't get dressed by my dresser anymore, instead I change infront of my wardrobe, which is a few metres away. I suppose whatever may or may not be up there would still be able to see me if they tried hard enough to change the angle of which they where looking.

I've been in the attic a few times since this started to get things for my family that are up there. The attic has always been scary as I've never been fond of the dark and not knowing my surroundings but recently I've looked closer. Some large boxes and suitcases haver been moved from one side of the attic to the other, building a sort of wall between the main cavity and the section that is above my room. I was hesitant to check so I asked my brother to by playing it off and saying that dad needed his old sailing boots (of which he does not own anymore so I knew he would have to look thoroughly). He didn't find anything behind the boxes except some one baby clothes of mine that must have fallen from a box and been kicked in that direction over the years. At least, thats what I'm hoping to be true.

Please help me, I think I'm starting to loose it. I'm sitting in my room right now and I can feel eyes on me. I feel like something is watching me.

Again, perhaps I am just paranoid or maybe it's just rats or mice or something of the sort.

Edit as I realised I may come across as someone older, I am a teenager. I am aware I have an older style of writing and a large vocabulary. I realise that it may make me come across as disingenuous. I assure you I am not. All I need is help.

Thank you for reading.

Edit 2: I was called in to work a quick half shift as one of my coworkers became ill halfway through hers, when I got home I listened to a commenters suggestion and shone my phone light into the holes to see if there was any lense refections. I did not find a camera but I did find a portable charger with an adapter that I recognise as the charger to one of my uncles cameras (he’s a photographer on the side). This makes little sense though as my uncle primarily lives in Singapore for his not photography job.

I snooped around Some closets and found one of his camera bags with only one of the three cameras supposed to be in it.

My mum spotted me doing this and come down to ask what I was looking for. I told her I was looking for an extra battery for my camera but she went ballistic. she snatched the bag and told me I ought to get my nose out of places it doesn’t belong and how since I’m so disrespectful she might as well take my camera along with all my devices.

When we got back upstairs she asked me where my camera was. She took my camera bag and dug through it, taking both my digital and film cameras. She left all of my film though.

She also threatened to take away my crutches? I have a nerve disorder and use crutches when I’m in too much pain which thankfully isn’t often so I only use the crutches about once a week. She then claimed that I’m becoming dependant on drugs (mucle relaxants and over the counter pain killers)?

i thought this was a really weird reaction.

I will climb into the attic when she leaves for work and leaves me home alone tomorrow.

Edit 3: It took a while to get the confidence to climb up into the attic but I managed to drag myself up there. A few more boxes had been added to the 'wall' that separates the section above my room. It took a while to get a few out of the way as it's quite close to the opening but once I moved two or three I crawled into the space I'd made.

The first thing I noticed is it smelt like bleach, which is weird because it didn't in other parts of the attic. I had to crawl to be able to fit but my mum is only a little bit taller than me so id assume she'd be able to fit too. My father and uncle would not be able to fit. Some of the insulation had been moved to make the space bigger, I know for a fact that this would not have been easy and would have been a long process. I pushed back some of the remaining insulation and found my uncles camera.

This camera is professional grade so no way my mum bought this for herself. I flicked through the photos on it and didn't find anything too incriminating. There was photos of the holes from the attic and my bedroom, almost as if documenting them? I'm not sure but the ones from the attic where taken before I had gotten home from school as I noticed my bags weren't in my bedroom. I did also find three containers, one of them smelt so strongly of bleach and had some sort of liquid in it that I didn't open it, one ha some of my old baby clothes in it which had previously been on the floor, and the last one had a few small trinkets. the trinkets where two keychains off my school bag, a few of my hair clips, a scrunchie and a few coins (75 cents). So that's weird.

Anyway, I decided to look through my mums room to see if she has any cameras that could have realistically been recording through the holes and I found two. I didn't know she had either of these which is strange because she usually likes to flaunt her new things.

Both of their memory cards had been removed and I couldn't find them in the closet where I'd found the cameras. I did find my own cameras as well, which i took back. I checked her bedside table and found one memory card, I put it into my camera and looked through what she had.

There was photos of me that must have been set to be taken every hour (judged by timestamps) and a few videos that must have also been scheduled. None of the photos where too bad, just either an empty room, me playing on my phone, knitting, studying. Nothing that could be classified as inappropriate. The videos where also just me doing normal things. one had a clip of a conversation with my friend on the phone, another was just me opening my window.

I will keep looking for the second card (maybe theres even more, but judging by the two cameras there has to at least be one more) and update if i find anything. If anyone has any ideas of where to look that would be a great help.

I'm posting this to another community to attempt at gaining more insight to my current dilema.

I barley post or use reddit, I only really have this account because I was bored a few years ago and wanted to take a look at the happenings on here. But I assure you, I am truthful. I am a teenage girl living near Sydney Australia. I live a relatively normal life, two parents and two siblings, private school and I hang out with friends often. My mum is a bit of a control freak and she wanted my room to be rearranged, which I was totally okay with as I don't really mind and arguing with her is pointless. This rearrangement brought on the want of removing the built in wardrobe by the door. Again, I was not too bothered by this. My father went about taking it out, he only really just bashed out the shelves and built a faux floor so it would be level with the rest of my room. My father is a tradesman so he was the best of us to go about this. Though when he was working on the top of the wardrobe he knocked a hole in the ceiling above where my bed and dresser are currently.

There is one medium sized hole above my dresser and four long, thin ones above my bed. Something about them throws me off. I am not a naturally anxious person, I rarely get anxiety outside of social anxiety so it is unlike me to get so irked by just some holes.

The attic is above the entire house, though most of it is inaccessible due to insulation unless you army crawl through it. I used to do this when I was much younger, thus smaller, so I'm not sure if someone full grown would be able to fit. Half of the section above my room, the space above my bed, is somewhat accessible though it would be difficult and quite uncomfortable as that is where the roof begins to slope. The other section, where the holes are not, is completely full of insulation.

At night I find myself looking up at the ceiling above my head and feeling untrusting. In the dark sometimes I see movement (the attic is very stuffy and has little to no ventilation, wind is not likely) and a few times I've thought that I could see the whites of somethings (someones?) eye/s.
I don't get dressed by my dresser anymore, instead I change infront of my wardrobe, which is a few metres away. I suppose whatever may or may not be up there would still be able to see me if they tried hard enough to change the angle of which they where looking.

I've been in the attic a few times since this started to get things for my family that are up there. The attic has always been scary as I've never been fond of the dark and not knowing my surroundings but recently I've looked closer. Some large boxes and suitcases haver been moved from one side of the attic to the other, building a sort of wall between the main cavity and the section that is above my room. I was hesitant to check so I asked my brother to by playing it off and saying that dad needed his old sailing boots (of which he does not own anymore so I knew he would have to look thoroughly). He didn't find anything behind the boxes except some one baby clothes of mine that must have fallen from a box and been kicked in that direction over the years. At least, thats what I'm hoping to be true.

Please help me, I think I'm starting to loose it. I'm sitting in my room right now and I can feel eyes on me. I feel like something is watching me.

Again, perhaps I am just paranoid or maybe it's just rats or mice or something of the sort.

Edit as I realised I may come across as someone older, I am a teenager. I am aware I have an older style of writing and a large vocabulary. I realise that it may make me come across as disingenuous. I assure you I am not. All I need is help.

Thank you for reading.

Edit 2: I was called in to work a quick half shift as one of my coworkers became ill halfway through hers, when I got home I listened to a commenters suggestion and shone my phone light into the holes to see if there was any lense refections. I did not find a camera but I did find a portable charger with an adapter that I recognise as the charger to one of my uncles cameras (he’s a photographer on the side). This makes little sense though as my uncle primarily lives in Singapore for his not photography job.

I snooped around Some closets and found one of his camera bags with only one of the three cameras supposed to be in it.

My mum spotted me doing this and come down to ask what I was looking for. I told her I was looking for an extra battery for my camera but she went ballistic. she snatched the bag and told me I ought to get my nose out of places it doesn’t belong and how since I’m so disrespectful she might as well take my camera along with all my devices.

When we got back upstairs she asked me where my camera was. She took my camera bag and dug through it, taking both my digital and film cameras. She left all of my film though.

She also threatened to take away my crutches? I have a nerve disorder and use crutches when I’m in too much pain which thankfully isn’t often so I only use the crutches about once a week. She then claimed that I’m becoming dependant on drugs (mucle relaxants and over the counter pain killers)?

i thought this was a really weird reaction.

I will climb into the attic when she leaves for work and leaves me home alone tomorrow.

Edit 3: It took a while to get the confidence to climb up into the attic but I managed to drag myself up there. A few more boxes had been added to the 'wall' that separates the section above my room. It took a while to get a few out of the way as it's quite close to the opening but once I moved two or three I crawled into the space I'd made.

The first thing I noticed is it smelt like bleach, which is weird because it didn't in other parts of the attic. I had to crawl to be able to fit but my mum is only a little bit taller than me so id assume she'd be able to fit too. My father and uncle would not be able to fit. Some of the insulation had been moved to make the space bigger, I know for a fact that this would not have been easy and would have been a long process. I pushed back some of the remaining insulation and found my uncles camera.

This camera is professional grade so no way my mum bought this for herself. I flicked through the photos on it and didn't find anything too incriminating. There was photos of the holes from the attic and my bedroom, almost as if documenting them? I'm not sure but the ones from the attic where taken before I had gotten home from school as I noticed my bags weren't in my bedroom. I did also find three containers, one of them smelt so strongly of bleach and had some sort of liquid in it that I didn't open it, one ha some of my old baby clothes in it which had previously been on the floor, and the last one had a few small trinkets. the trinkets where two keychains off my school bag, a few of my hair clips, a scrunchie and a few coins (75 cents). So that's weird.

Anyway, I decided to look through my mums room to see if she has any cameras that could have realistically been recording through the holes and I found two. I didn't know she had either of these which is strange because she usually likes to flaunt her new things.

Both of their memory cards had been removed and I couldn't find them in the closet where I'd found the cameras. I did find my own cameras as well, which i took back. I checked her bedside table and found one memory card, I put it into my camera and looked through what she had.

There was photos of me that must have been set to be taken every hour (judged by timestamps) and a few videos that must have also been scheduled. None of the photos where too bad, just either an empty room, me playing on my phone, knitting, studying. Nothing that could be classified as inappropriate. The videos where also just me doing normal things. one had a clip of a conversation with my friend on the phone, another was just me opening my window.

I will keep looking for the second card (maybe theres even more, but judging by the two cameras there has to at least be one more) and update if i find anything. If anyone has any ideas of where to look that would be a great help.

I'm posting this to another community to attempt at gaining more insight to my current dilema.

I barley post or use reddit, I only really have this account because I was bored a few years ago and wanted to take a look at the happenings on here. But I assure you, I am truthful. I am a teenage girl living near Sydney Australia. I live a relatively normal life, two parents and two siblings, private school and I hang out with friends often. My mum is a bit of a control freak and she wanted my room to be rearranged, which I was totally okay with as I don't really mind and arguing with her is pointless. This rearrangement brought on the want of removing the built in wardrobe by the door. Again, I was not too bothered by this. My father went about taking it out, he only really just bashed out the shelves and built a faux floor so it would be level with the rest of my room. My father is a tradesman so he was the best of us to go about this. Though when he was working on the top of the wardrobe he knocked a hole in the ceiling above where my bed and dresser are currently.
There is one medium sized hole above my dresser and four long, thin ones above my bed. Something about them throws me off. I am not a naturally anxious person, I rarely get anxiety outside of social anxiety so it is unlike me to get so irked by just some holes.
The attic is above the entire house, though most of it is inaccessible due to insulation unless you army crawl through it. I used to do this when I was much younger, thus smaller, so I'm not sure if someone full grown would be able to fit. Half of the section above my room, the space above my bed, is somewhat accessible though it would be difficult and quite uncomfortable as that is where the roof begins to slope. The other section, where the holes are not, is completely full of insulation.
At night I find myself looking up at the ceiling above my head and feeling untrusting. In the dark sometimes I see movement (the attic is very stuffy and has little to no ventilation, wind is not likely) and a few times I've thought that I could see the whites of somethings (someones?) eye/s.
I don't get dressed by my dresser anymore, instead I change infront of my wardrobe, which is a few metres away. I suppose whatever may or may not be up there would still be able to see me if they tried hard enough to change the angle of which they where looking.
I've been in the attic a few times since this started to get things for my family that are up there. The attic has always been scary as I've never been fond of the dark and not knowing my surroundings but recently I've looked closer. Some large boxes and suitcases haver been moved from one side of the attic to the other, building a sort of wall between the main cavity and the section that is above my room. I was hesitant to check so I asked my brother to by playing it off and saying that dad needed his old sailing boots (of which he does not own anymore so I knew he would have to look thoroughly). He didn't find anything behind the boxes except some one baby clothes of mine that must have fallen from a box and been kicked in that direction over the years. At least, thats what I'm hoping to be true.
Please help me, I think I'm starting to loose it. I'm sitting in my room right now and I can feel eyes on me. I feel like something is watching me.
Again, perhaps I am just paranoid or maybe it's just rats or mice or something of the sort.

Edit as I realised I may come across as someone older, I am a teenager. I am aware I have an older style of writing and a large vocabulary. I realise that it may make me come across as disingenuous. I assure you I am not. All I need is help.

Thank you for reading.