Let me start off this story by saying that my mother's side of the family has always had a bit of a psychic gift, including her and myself. We have both had several encounters of different natures but none will compare to the one we had together.
My mother was married to her then husband for a very long time. We had lived in his house, and for a while, things were ok. It seemed that things went bad after the new millennium though.
As the years went on things got worse, at first it would be just joking around, but then verbal abuse, and even harsh physical abuse. As time went on this continued, this is the only explanation my mother and I have for what we experienced.
In the house around the time of 2005 we had both started getting very weak and very depressed, but being that we both had jobs and worked we thought nothing of it. As the feelings increased we knew something was there but did not know what so we ignored it. I had a bunk bed in my room and one night while I was sleeping on the bottom bunk, the cord to my radio got ripped out of the wall. I stood up to plug it back in, as I was half asleep and thought one of the cats did it. However when I tried it would not fit, I turned my light on and the prongs were bent which would not seem so odd except both prongs were bent inward. I lay back down in bed starting to get scared. I turned on my back and on my top bunk I saw a shadow figure. I could not see its face at this time but I could feel it watching me. I did not sleep that night.
I told my mom about this and she said she had seen the same figure. After getting sick of being depressed all the time, we saged the house, and for a month or two that worked. Then one night while I was laying in bed the same thing happened to my new radio. The cord was ripped out of the wall, this radio however also ran on batteries, so I put the batteries in and said something along the lines of "Can't beat me now can you?" (I realize at this point it's stupid to antagonize anything). I turned my radio on and it gave out a high pitched scream, like a woman in agony. I quickly turned it off and literally jumped to my bed. I knew it was watching me but I did not wish to look up. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I did, this time I could see it. It had gray sking and long silver hair. A mouth that looked like it had been stitched but the stiches were removed, and even though I knew it was looking at me, it had no eyes that I could see, simply dark holes. I told my mom what it had looked like and she didn't like the sounds of it. Things were a bit repetitive after that, depressed feelings etc.
Then one night while I was in the living room, I looked to the computer room (there was no door) and in my peripheral I see the thing with its boney fingers on the back of my mom's chair. The second I actually looked at it, it looked at me and smiled but did not open its mouth. Then it disappeared and re-appeared on the steps and it walked to my room. I slept in the living room that night and told my mother why the next morning. We saged the house yet again and tried to be more bold and stern. Again it worked for a few months but as I was sitting in the living room one night I started to get the feeling again. I look over to the staircase and it was there, looking at me, with that smile. It was different this time though, now the thing had appeared to be at least 9 feet in height. I saw all of it, other than the face it wore a long dark silver cloak, and it had no feet. Again it walked to my room and again I slept on the couch.
During this entire time things did not get any better with my mother's husband at the time so I believe that is what made the entity stronger.
One day as I was home alone, I woke up and walked downstairs. I felt a harsh push on my back and fell down them. As I stood up I looked to the top and saw the thing standing there. It smiled at me but did not say anything, although I could hear it in my head, and it said "Watch your mommy." At that time I didn't know what it meant since I was home alone. The reason I was home alone was because my mom had knee surgery and had her ACL replaced so she stayed overnight at the hospital and her husband was in a different state.
I returned from school the next day and I find my mom with an ice pack on her knee. This was unusual because she has a very high tolerance with pain. I asked her what happened but she didn't want to tell me at that time. I told her what happened to me on the stairs. She looked at me for a moment and said the same thing happened to her that day, although she caught herself halfway down. I no longer feared this entity, I was angry with it. It had hurt my family and that went too far.
I planned a day home alone and started shouting at it, from the top of my lungs telling it to leave, that it was worthless. I was red in the face and out of breath and the only thing I got in response was a dark laugh.
Writing this now I still get chills about it. We resolved the problem by moving out. Being that it was an abusive situation, not to mention the dark entity, we knew it was best. My mom and I found a new place to live and in time she got a new boyfriend. I however was not convinced it was gone.
I started having dreams at the new house, where I would see similar dark figures but never the same one. Until one night I actually woke up, and walked to the kitchen. I turned the light on and there was a dark figure who had hung itself. However the house was only 2 years old and there had been no deaths. My mom's boyfriend who was very supernatural and very powerful talked with me, and we got rid of the thing. We found out it had attached a piece of itself to me before we left. However once my mother's boyfriend at the time helped me, I haven't had a problem with it since. Sadly he died of a heart tumor, but he is in a better place now.