This story begins in a small house in a small town approximately two years ago. I share a room with my younger brother whom we'll call "Paul".
My brother Paulie was about 13 at the time and I was 16 and one day he complained to me asking if I saw or heard anything during the night. I said no and I asked him if he saw anything. He told me he saw a man in our room at between 4:00am and 6:00 am.
He described the man as being very tall, maybe around 8ft or 9ft or taller, wearing a black suit, with a white dress shirt, and a thin black tie. He then said that the "man" had no face, that it was completely gone. He then said the man had black hair that he slicked backed like he was in the 1940's with horns sticking out of the top of his head, and he also said the man had two left hands and that he had razor sharp claws for finger nails.
My brother said that he felt an evil presence in the room whenever the man would appear. My brother quickly turned on the light once and said that the man quickly disappeared and all that was left was a puff of black smoke and that the room smelled like matches.
My brother then told me that the reason for all of our shoes and backpacks being all over the room was because of the man in the suit. He said that the man would kick them, pick them up and toss them, and he would also drop everything that was on the shelf next to the closet.
Apparently, the man woke me up by knocking things off of the shelf and I thought it was my brother and I told him to stop and go to sleep, the man heard my voice, and then began feeling around with his left hands getting closer and closer to our bunk bed. Luckily, our dog was sleeping with us and then growled at the man and he backed away and vanished into our closet. A couple nights later, he was back and started walking towards our bed, our dog attacked him and my brother said the man threw our dog at the door and vanished as my brother turned on the bedroom light.
From then on, our dog would stay with us, the man would come back, but he wouldn't stay close to the bed because of our dog, but he would stand there watching my brother. The entire time I was out cold and had no idea this stuff was going on.
When my brother told me every little detail, I knew I had to tell our parents. So I did, and my dad drew a sketch of what the man looked like. I still remember it and it gives me creeps because it looked so evil and out of this world and my brother said that it was a spot on drawing. I don't know where the drawing is anymore, the last I heard of it was that my dad showed it to some of his co-workers.
As for the man in the suit, he finally disappeared after we sprayed holy water in the house, said prayers; asked Jesus to enter our home and protect us as we sleep, stuff like that. We're Catholic if anybody was wondering.
To this day, my brother still doesn't like to talk about it, because he said that he knew that the man was after him, and that he would stand there placing his hands over him, slowly brushing his claws against the pillow, or just stare at my brother.
What I've told you here is entirely true, no one in our family would ever doubt my little brother, and even I felt a presence in the room whenever I was alone. And I've seen something before when I little, but I'll tell you in a different story.
If you choose not to believe my story, that's entirely up to you and if you are truly interested in this story feel free to comment below. Thank you and be safe out there.