A majority of my stories stem from the house that I grew up in. My parents still live there, and it seems that every time I visit I have a new story to tell.
This past summer, my husband and I were in CO. Attending a baby shower for our new baby to be. We were staying at my parents' house. My husband is not a believer in the paranormal (which tends to make for interesting conversations) If you have not read my earlier stories let me state that there are three entities that are in my parents' home. This story is about the older male of whom I rarely speak. Not because of the amount of stories of him but because of his dark energy and the type of experiences. This older male is rarely seen but you can always feel him, and it is an intimidating, scary feeling. I have always been afraid of him; this visit was not any different.
We were sleeping in the spare room that is in my parents' basement and I could feel him staring at us from the corner of the room while we were sleeping. I had to lay facing towards the wall because I could not turn my back on him; I got little sleep while we were there. I would just lay in bed and stare into the corner. I was so scared, I thought that after that first night he would leave us alone and go back to his place in the other room but he didn't. We were there for a total of three nights and he was in the corner each night just watching us.
I am not sure if it was just me and my pregnancy or what about this visit was different from others, but he definitely made himself known.