Everything I mention in these entries is true, I will not exaggerate.
This starts back in 2011, when I was twelve. I live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a few neighbors, fields, woods, and with a creek that runs in front of my three story house.
I was home alone at about ten o'clock at night, my mom was on her way home from work, and my dad was set to work until one. I heard my dog barking furiously outside on our back porch. (We have a barn about twenty feet away from our back door, and my dad has a big black tool chest sitting in front of it to the left of the door.)
I walked cautiously to my back door, as I had been playing or reading something scary. I turned my back porch light on, opened my slider door, and walked out onto the porch to call my dog. Then something caught my eye. In the dim light, I could make out black, hooded figure, with yellow eyes doing what looked like sitting, on my dad's tool box. I booked it back inside (my dog following), slammed the door, locked it, turned off all the lights, and hid.
My mom would later tell me about both her and my dad's encounters with the thing (there were more than one of the "things", and they were seen of about 100 different occasions by me, cousins, friends, and other family members. I even have a few friends and a few cousins who refuse to stay the night in my house because of what they had seen).
I have plenty of other stories to tell (which I intend to) about the thing I mentioned, other entities, UFOs, the history behind where I live, along with stories from friends, family members, and strangers.