I grew up in an apartment with my 2 brothers, mom, and dad. We all use to experience weird stuff but I was the one who always saw it all. I use to share a bunk bed with my older brother, and we always use to scare each other. My mom would always come in and make sure we were okay.
One particular night I was half awake and heard our bedroom door open, I thought it was my mom just checking on us. As it opened I felt this presence that I haven't felt before, than something grabbed the ladders to the bunk bed. Thinking I would see my mom, a black figure appeared. It had no distinct features to it, as it was climbing up the ladder it started looking right at me. Than as it reached the top it started reaching its hand towards me as if it was trying to grab me. My heart started beating super-fast as if I just ran a marathon. I cowered under my sheets and felt it leave the room.
The following day I asked my mom and she said she didn't even come into the room that night. So the same day I was left home alone, I decided to watch Lord of The Rings. I was sitting on the couch and heard someone crawling on the floor behind me. My brothers and I always use to scare our dad this way; we would get on our bellies and crawl behind the couch. I thought to myself it couldn't be my brothers because I didn't hear the front door open. So I shot up and jumped over the couch to scare whoever it was, to my disbelief there was nobody there. Than a cold chill ran down my back. I was freaked out, I made sure the windows hadn't been open and the front door was still locked.
Over the next 5 years we left the apartment and moved into a house. Now my aunt is living with us and is seeing the stuff we grew up with and can't handle it. I still see the black figure from time to time, usually when I'm alone. Hope you enjoyed my story.
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