My family moved to a small town into a very new house. I left this house for 4 years to live with my father. When I came back, I had to stay in the basement and I was totally fine with it until one night. I was watching a movie in my room and I noticed my cat (she's an old cat) looking at the wall in the corner. I ignored it until I noticed she was staring there for over an hour. I know this because the movie was only an hour. I tried moving her but when I would touch her she would growl at me and hiss. So I sat there looked at my camera and took a picture without a flash, I looked at the picture through my camera and saw nothing. I decided to upload it on my computer and to my amazement I saw a black figure slouching over and you could see its head and eyes were visibly red. I showed my mom and she made me delete it.
I moved up to the living room for over a year because no one wanted to stay down there, and every time I'd wake up with the feeling of someone sitting on me and pushing me. I decided to move back with my dad and things were totally fine. So I move back due to hockey not because I wanted to. So this one time my friend Erin came over, at this time I have not told her about my past experiences in this house. While I was upstairs, she was sitting in the family room on the couch that has a view of the kitchen. She said when she was sitting there with her head down she saw a black figure standing in front of the stove. Another time my other friend Faith was sitting at the computer in the dark and saw a black figure walking across the room right beside her, she said she heard footsteps.
So just recently as I was cooking, I heard someone talking down stairs. I thought it was my brother Ty and so I walk to the basement door and looked down to find all the light turned off. I screamed out my brother's name and no reply. As I walked away I heard the noise again and it sounded like a man's voice screaming "I want it" once really loud.
There's possible reasons why this is happening. When me and my brothers were little we lived on a native reservation and a lot of things on the land are sacred. We found an old gun probably from the war between black foots (that's my tribe) and Cree's? Or the Caucasians?. Or the fact that my brothers are real party animals and you know my grandmother always told me be aware of who you hang around with cause some people carry bad spirits and leave them in your house? But whatever it is it's getting worse, and it's only toward me and visitors.
That's my story.