In 2005, my boyfriend at the time and I moved into a two story home in the town we were living in. I didn't care for the house to much. It didn't scare me but it did give me the chills. One night, my boyfriend went upstairs to take a bath. I stayed down stairs and was watching a movie. After he had been in the bathtub for a while, he yelled out asking me for a towel. So I went to get him a towel and started up the stairs. At the top of the stairs there is a bedroom to the left and to the right. As I walked towards the bathroom door, I quickly glanced into the bedroom to the right and I thought I saw something but I didn't really pay any attention to it. I went to open the bathroom door but it was locked so I told him to hurry up and unlock it. While he was getting out of the bathtub, I turned to the right and leaned against the wall facing the bedroom.
That's when I saw it or him or whatever it was. There was what appeared to be a little boy sitting on the bed in the room just staring at me. Its body was black, you could see the shape but that was it. I could see the eyes though. I was terrified. I started screaming and yelling for him to let me in. I think that it was a demonic presence because of the way it made me feel. I have never been so scared in my entire life.
He finally let me in and I made him walk me down the stairs, the boy was gone by then and we moved out two weeks later. Before we moved out, I never went upstairs again. I still live in the same town but I will not drive by that house, I am still to terrified.