It first happened when I was around thirteen years old. I was spending the weekend at my grandparents house, I stayed there often enough that I had my own room on the second story. Since I stayed there so often I was very comfortable in the house, and had no reason to be frightened in any of the rooms.
That was until one night after playing cards with my grandma. It had gotten late so I decided I would go to bed when I walked into my room I saw a very creepy looking man looking in through the window. When I saw him I froze. He put his finger to his lips as a sshh! Motion and then was gone. Now mind you, this the second story and they live in the middle of the woods with no neighbors for about a mile in either direction. I was too scared to sleep at this point so I kept the lights on covered the windows and watched TV all night to try and take my mind off of what had happened.
After that night nothing else happened for several years, until my girlfriend and I bought and moved into my grandparents' house 2 years ago. One night we were both sound asleep until we heard our dog barking and growling like crazy at the end of our bed. We could hear footsteps walking down the hall and then a loud banging on our bedroom door, then the footsteps going down the hallway again. So I grabbed my bat and the dog and went to see what was going on, walking down the hall turning on every light switch I passed and not seeing anything I began to relax, thinking maybe it was just the dog's tail hitting the bed. But then we walked into the main entrance and the dog started growling again at the top of the stairs I saw the same man that I had seen outside my window nine years earlier again, with the same gesture, and was gone and the dog calmed down.
Then last month we decided to finish the basement in the house and put in a bar and theater room. While my girlfriend was away, my friend came up from the city to help me do some work in the basement over the weekend. I put him in my old room on the second floor. The next morning while he was running the electric I went up to carry down some more lumber for the framing. As I was starting down the stares I saw the man standing in the dining room this time with an evil grin. I was so startled that I fell down the stairs, luckily not hurting myself. My friend came running over asking what the heck I was doing and I told him about the man that keeps showing up, and he told me I was crazy and let's get back to work. We worked the rest of the day with no problems, then ate dinner and went to bed.
The next morning he came down with bags in hand and told me, "I gotta go, we're the only ones here" and I asked what he was talking about, knowing that I had locked the doors and windows before going to sleep. He told me, "All I know is that last night I kept hearing someone walking up the stairs and pacing the hallway, and when I opened the door to look, there was a man walking down the stairs."
I don't know what to do, I am tired of worrying that this man will keeping showing up. I know it's not an living person because there are no signs of entry and he just disappears. I'm tired of constantly being in fear of looking out a window at night in the chance of him being there or around the corner.