[UPDATE] Occurrences in my Apartment

Okay. I have started getting really weird dreams about this Shady figure I saw. This is all getting really really weird. So lets start from the dream part. In my dream, I was alone in my room, lying in my bed, wide awake, in terror, of some really tall shady (full black) figure who is staring down at me (I think. Well, it didn't have eyes, just a tall black figure). I was in terror and was trying to speak but couldn't and that 'figure' gestured me a 'shhhhh.....'. I woke up from that dream, I was panting then I noticed a shadow entering my parents room (I keep my door open so that my parents room is visible). I screamed loudly. My parents woke up. At this point i am crying (i cant help my tears). They were asking me repeatedly about what happened but i was too traumatized to say anything. I just couldn't say a word. It was horrifying. I do not understand. This happened on 10th of May 2016.

I am loosing more stuffs nowadays. My novels. My makeup. My nail polish. I can't seem to find them when needed. I get them back after a couple of days in the kitchen (as i have already mentioned earlier) So, mkhowie (a member here) suggested me to ask 'it' to not take my stuff. So that day, on 13th of May, 2016, I was so frustrated because i couldn't find my guitar plectrums (i had a lot of them stored inside a box so that i wont loose them. The box was kept in my room), I kind of shouted at nobody (actually it was meant for 'it') very loudly with all my might. It went very quite after that. It was 4 o' clock in the afternoon. And suddenly the loud banging started. It was so damn LOUD. I couldn't stand it. I dont know why but I apologized immediately as if it would stop the banging. I remember myself mumbling sorry again and again but the banging downstairs was just so loud. I was scared. I can't describe that horrified feeling. It felt trapping. I started crying. It was in broad daylight but still. I screamed a sorry and the banging stopped. it was quite again. Then i heard something break in the kitchen. It was my nail polish. All ruined on the surface of the kitchen. I looked side to side but found nothing except for my precious books. There they lay on the table. Ma came home after half an hour or so. I was out of the house, with red eyes. I told her everything but she didn't believe. I took her in to show her the mess. She yelled at me instead. I dont like it this way. I feel terrified. I am not even that brave and all. I am not interested in paranormal either. I will never forget this day.

The banging still continues to occurs after my parents are out at night.

Thank you again for hearing me out. This is very weird. The dream can be my overthinking but i can't rationalize the banging and me loosing my stuff. Thank you again.