From the years 1993 to 1995, my family lived in a duplex/apartment in the small port city of Duluth, MN. The house had 2 units, one upstairs, one downstairs. Before we moved into the upper unit I had never experienced a nightmare. It wasn't until a few months after moving in I starting experiencing the bad dreams. I would sneak into my mom's room and sleep next to her bed on the floor so she wouldn't know I was scared. It didn't take her long to find out what I was doing. I can't remember my dreams, but I do remember sensing some sort of evil presence. I was so afraid of these dreams; and they happened almost every night!
One night when my family (parents/siblings) were sitting around in the living room watching TV, my younger brother whom was only 8 at the time came out of the bathroom and asked "Who went down the hallway?" and we all turned and looked at him and told him no one was there but us. To this day my brother still swears up and down he saw "someone" walk down the hallway. It wasn't long after this that my sister saw "something" at the corner of her eye too.
When it comes to other people's accounts whether they be people I know or stories I see on TV, I am always skeptical. But when I think about what happened to me when I was home alone one night when I was 12, it still scares me like the night it happened.
The night I am talking about, I was out of town with my friend, but she became sick and her dad decided to bring me home early. It was a 4 hour drive so I didn't get home until around midnight. I let myself in with my key and realized my mom must have decided to stay the night at her sister's, so when I got home, I was alone. I went to my room, watched a little TV and around 1:30am I decided to go to sleep. About 10 minutes after I turned the TV off I started to hear a light rapping sound. It slowly got louder until it was a full blown pounding; almost like the sound of someone pounding nails in the wall in another room. It was so loud, I got up to see if it was someone knocking on the door. Soon as I left my room it stopped. I went to the kitchen to grab a knife, then went back to my room. The pounding started again. I was so afraid I slept with a knife and the TV on. Some of you are probably going to say it was probably the neighbors. But I left a very important FACT out. We had no neighbors. The other unit had no tenants. There is only one explanation for the noises I heard that night.
To this day I stand by what I know I heard. One last thing, I recently found out the house was built in 1891!