At the time my experience took place I was 15 years old. I was a very large skeptic before these events took place I might add. My mom and dad had just recently divorced and my mom had purchased her own house. It was an old house, built in the very early 1900's. I had also taken this chance to switch schools, and since my mom's house was closer to my school, I decided to live with her.
The inside of the house was very dated. The style your grandparent's house would look like. The house had a basement, 2 floors, and an attic. I explored each level of the house by myself. The first two floors were normal, nothing broken or weird. The attic was completely barren, except for a dusty, purple stuffed bear with one of its eyes missing; out of place and slightly eerie, but nothing unusual. I saved the basement for last.
The door leading to it was a heavy, paint splattered, and beat up. The staircase barely looked like it would support my weight (a whopping 120 at the time). The first step was longer than all the others, almost making you trip. The walls were nothing but cement, and it was sectioned into three different areas each blocked by a small fence made of discarded wood and chicken wire. Off in the corner was a crawl space, something I had no desire to ever look into (though I ended up having to crawl through it once when I was locked out).
The room furthest from the staircase was the room I did not like. One step into it gave me a chill, and not the musty "you're in a basement" chill. I inspected this room carefully. One of the brick walls were broken and filled very poorly with mortar. The ceiling was covered with different sized boards; one of them had a strange writing I was never able to decipher. Beginning to feel uncomfortable, I decided to take my leave.
Now I had lived in this house for 5 years, and these occurrences didn't start until about a year into my habitation. I hadn't made too many friends the first year so I spent a lot of my time at home alone. Which was no big deal; I had done it for quite some time before the move.
It was during my summer break, my mom was working and I had nothing to do but watch movies. I don't remember the film I was watching, but it's possible it could've been a horror movie, making me pass off the event as "just my imagination." I remember as I was watching, I saw out of my periphery a shadow move quickly from the basement into the kitchen. I didn't have time to register what had happened before I heard something in the kitchen fall over.
I might also add that we own two dogs and one cat. So I got up hoping there wasn't going to be a mess for me to clean up. Nothing was wrong, the trashcan was moving like it had been run into and so I figured it was one of the animals. Similar things as those kept happening and I continued to ignore them or justify it as being one of our pets. The date was November 13, 2005 when I no longer was able to deny the happenings.
I had just finished watching television when I decided to try and sleep. I always went to bed around 12:00am so this happened sometime after that. I remember feeling like I needed to wake up, as if I was going to be late for school. I opened my eyes and found myself looking at the wall. There's a feeling a got right before I turned over; that nag in your head saying "this isn't a good idea." The house is old and my room was always cold so I didn't feel a change in temperature.
As soon as I turned over there was a black face eye level to mine. The face had a very toothy and malicious grin. Its eyes were yellow and red; the pupils (if there were any) were dilated to the size of dimes. I froze, could not move, breathe, do anything. The thing stayed there for what felt like forever. No sooner had it left I was able to move again.
I never mentioned the event to anyone at the time. I thought I was just going a little crazy or something; perhaps a nightmare. But that was my first of many visits. He came at least once a month, each time a different place in my room just staring at me with that long grin of his. At first it was only at night, but eventually I started seeing him during the day. He never harmed me or anyone else, so I wasn't too concerned.
He just seemed to enjoy messing with things, knocking things over, misplacing our stuff. Wasn't awful, just something I had to deal with on occasion. I'm not sure if he presented himself to anyone else, I never told my family. I never believed in ghost before then, I'm not religious in any way, nor have I ever messed with an Ouija board or anything of the sort. I never understood why after a year of living there he decided to show up.
I am now 21 and have moved out of the house. My mom still lives there, and I am worried about that. He didn't hurt me, or anyone else, so I had no cause for alarm. I just want to know if there is a need to worry, or if I should let sleeping dogs lie.