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If you think reading this, that I am in anyway qualified to be enlightened, then your on the wrong blog. 
my blog is for people like me, struggling to come out of the dark. But trying heal others still with the only thing I do have going for me, my humour 

Tale 2

I hate to admit how scared i was of my home, but i felt cursed from the day i had the keys. Just before i had to get paranormal teams in it was only me that would get spooked. I always hated my living room door, i felt like something was watching me and the truth was, there was. All I would notice was a short shadow peeping through the gap, I could not leave door open at all. 
It was the end of September, I only remember because my boyfriend booked for us to see an avril lavigne tribute act in our town to cheer me up. I had suffered a miscarriage after us wanting to have another for a couple of years with no success. I was on the sofa with a hot water bottle, next thing I hear was a door opening, my dogs barking and I saw what only I can describe as if you could see wind running past me and up the stairs and slammed the door. I knew it had come through the back door but I was hoping it was my boyfriend. I text him to see. He rang and said he was in work still. As I checked my dogs, the back door was wide open, which meant it came through there, I would never leave that door open incase my dogs escaped as it had not been boarded up yet. I broke down crying and scared. I look back now at how much I remember and still never understand why the extremes spirits went to get me to see I was awakening. I'll explain why as the story goes on over time. 
Even as I type this I won't in that house, I am currently sat in my car, not wanting to tempt back whatever it was that scared me shitless, but as the veil is thinning I notice it in bed. I'm not scared of spirits I wish I knew how to work my gifts more in all honesty but don't know where to start, any pointers would be amazing. 
The demonologist I had come told me I had a demonic protector, she did too. I have never heard of that or found any evidence so far. Any help on that would be appreciated too. I got a picture of the shadow but since she came it stopped scaring me. It pulled on my leg once but that's it. 

Humour is a source of healing, which I believe.