This story happened many, many years ago when I was very young but the image is still clearly burnt into my memory. I've never forgotten what it looked like, and thinking back on it now this perhaps was the place where all of my paranormal experiences and belief in ghosts began.
First, let me explain a very brief history of the house. I remember being a young child and looking at the house with my parents for the first time as a realtor led us through it. I recall them saying that they were selling it for a cheaper price than all of the surrounding houses because the last owner had died in that house.
My first strange experiences began when someone started tickling me at night as I lied in my bed. I'd look around to find no one there, though sometimes in my dreams I'd have very vivid dreams of a specter-like thing with black eyes smiling and standing over me as it tickled me.
Another night I woke up to the very real sensation of a hand covering my face. I could even feel its long, skeleton-like fingers wrapping across my cheeks, but when I peered nervously into the darkness of my room I didn't really notice anything except the natural shadows of my room.
There are other things I remember that happened, but only faintly because I was so young and distracted most of the time. I won't bother with those here.
But the most haunting, chilling memory of all happened late one night. I was having a hard time sleeping, and I laid in my bed thinking about what I should do. Then I heard noises and bumps coming from the kitchen.
My bedroom connected with both the kitchen and the living room, but the door to the kitchen was always kept closed. On just the other side of it, I could hear thuds and it sounded like someone had walked up the stairs from the basement into the kitchen, and they were now doing something in there. I thought I'd even heard something brush up against or slightly move the doorknob to the door separating my room with kitchen. The door never opened though, and I hid my head underneath the blankets for a minute or so.
Eventually curiosity got the best of me though as I heard what sounded like the noises proceeding out of the kitchen and into the living room. It's important to add here that from my bedroom I could view the living room and the window that lit up the whole room due to the presence of an old-style lamp outside. Because of this, I could get a full view of the very grotesque creature that walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I wish I could explain it to you perfectly, but anyway I explain it couldn't give it full justice. I swear that what I saw this night is absolutely true and really happened to me. I need to know if other people have seen anything like this, or what people might think this was. It's always bothered me to this day.
What is most peculiar and most ugly about this thing that walked straight into our living room was that it was *NOT* the shape of a human. Most importantly, its legs were distorted as if they had been severely broken. It walked like a chicken, with knees the other way. It hunched over and I could see that it had long arms and long fingers that hung down. I was scared out of my mind and hid underneath the blankets, closing my eyes and praying to myself.
I've never seen it since that night, but that was many years ago and it still haunts me to this day. I can't explain what it was but I'm very curious about what I saw, maybe a demon? Anyway, thanks for reading. Comments are greatly appreciated.