I come from a very small town, Jal, NM, where my home is located kind of on the outskirts of town.
Growing up I do not know if it is just because I love paranormal stuff or if it was just my imagination, however, I have always experienced strange situations in my parents current home.
I have to explain first of all that I and my sister would always sleep in the same room, although we each had our own rooms. During the summer we would always sleep in her room due to her room having all the windows and the room is cooler. In the winter we would sleep in my room because it was located right in the middle of the house and had no windows and tended to stay warmer. My room was the only room that did not have a door.
Well growing up I would always try and scare my little sister when she would get on my nerves and tell her that if she didn't listen to me that the man was going to come in the middle of the night to scare her. One night after telling her this, the scare was on me. I couldn't sleep that night, I kept tossing and turning and when I looked up at where my bedroom door should be I saw a shadow of a man just standing there. The figure, although it was very dark, seemed to be that of a man. It was tall and wide. I had the sensation that he was just staring at me, but I couldn't see his face. It never tried to harm me, but the sensation I got from the shadow was still very creepy to say the least. I was too scared to try to figure out what this shadow was. All I remember doing is getting under my covers, too scared to look up again.
Seeing this shadow happened to me on several occasions. I remember I would go to bed, not being able to sleep, and there was the shadow once again. I was too scared and embarrassed to tell anyone because I didn't think anyone would believe me.
One day, however, my little sister told me that she wanted to talk to me and tell me something, but was afraid that I would not believe her, (keep in mind I never told her anything about what I have encountered). My sister proceeded to tell me that she had to tell someone regardless. She told me she hated to sleep in my room because at night sometimes where my door should be she would see a shadow, a shadow of a man standing there. I was shocked and relieved all at the same time when she told me this. I then told her of the times that I had also seen the shadow.
To this day I will not sleep in my old room. I have also since then made my dad put up a door in that room. We never did figure out what or why we saw that shadow!