I've had experiences with the paranormal since I was quite young. The first experience, that I can recall, was when I was 11. My grandpa picked me up from school as he always did. My friends and I had come with the idea to do fake tattoos for money. As soon as I got home I went to the kitchen to begin work on new designs. My grandpa went on to mow the lawn as he did every Friday. I never was afraid to be in the house alone. My grandparent's house was always an inviting one.
For some reason I started to feel uneasy. I ignored the feeling and continued on with my work. After a few minutes, I couldn't ignore the feeling anymore and decided to get a drink to calm down. I looked up and saw a black mass standing in the doorway of the laundry room. At first I thought it was my brother attempting to play a trick on me.
"Haha, Shane, that's real funny!" I yelled. The figure continued to stare at me. I started to feel like I wasn't looking at something human. Before I could react, the figure walked into the laundry room. I decided to follow it with the hope that it was definitely my brother playing tricks on me. I didn't see anything as when I looked down the hall. I checked the bathroom and the closet just in case, but there was nothing there either.
I wish I could say this was my one and only experience with the dark figure, but unfortunately there are many more stories regarding this evil being. This was the beginning of some of the most terrifying moments of my life. I'll definitely be posting more stories regarding "the black mass".