About 4 years ago I went to one of my friend's house in Lewistown MT. They had just moved in 2 weeks prior to my visit. This was a big house, 3 floors, it sat atop a steep hill, and it gave you the chills just looking at it from the outside. And the year before during the winter, a child was killed in the alley way just behind the house while sledding.
I was 15 at the time of the incident, and our parents decided that they would go out that night.
They left around 8 pm, and left my friend, his brother and me alone in the house. We were all upstairs watching TV. My friend had bought a new poster earlier that day for his wall. I knew what was exactly on the poster because I had the same one. So I watched him hang it up, we sat back down in front of the TV, 5 minutes later we turned back to the poster and to our horror a face about the size of a small plate had been drawn on to the poster with black ink.
We all ran up to the poster to examine it, his little brother touched it and said it was still wet, that's when we realized it was running out the eyes of the face and down the wall, and then discovered the ink was soaking out through the wall, we ran out of the house immediately, while we were leaving, the TV began to flip through channels, we never went back in until our parents arrived. They moved out 1 month later.
After this had happened, we discovered on the other side of that wall was his little brother's closet and inside the closet there is a crawl space which all over on the sides appeared to be scratch marks from finger nails.
I know this is something, because I don't get scared very often but every time I tell this story or even type it out like I am, my eyes begin to tear up. And that only happens when I am severely freaked out.