I first want to say, I believe in the paranormal but I am not spirtual whatsoever, so no offense but no prayers for me.
Okay, so the first part of my story is basically everything. My entire life I have had these incidents since I was born. But the Man. He is my worst nightmare. He stalked me constantly. I found myself scared to take the one step to the kitchen from the couch of fear of seeing him.
The first time I saw the man was probably about around 6 years old. I remember this vividly, I remember playing in my room and suddenly hearing someone say my name, it sounded as if it was from the front door. At this time my dad was off on business and I thought it was him. So being the little kid I was, I ran to the door with a big ol' grin on my face because my dad and I always played a game we called "special ninjas" and I would sneak around the corner and then "attack" my dad. So I did just that and went around the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. What I saw will haunt me forever. A blackness that you could clearly make out to be a man. He had wide red eyes and had what looked to be a cigar. I sensed pure hatred coming from it...So...being a little kid again I screamed for my mommy and she eventually came from across the house and asked what was wrong. I said, "there was a man!" She looked around and said, "No there isn't your fine!"
I hope to post some more stories about it. But you know its getting harder and harder for me to post on here, but until then, Ciao