Before I tell you my story, you should probably know a few things about me. First of all, I'm fourteen years old and I have two younger sisters. Second of all, I don't know if these events are the evidence of a real haunting or just purely coincidental.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was fast asleep in my bedroom. My eleven-year-old sister was sleeping on a mattress down on the floor, while my nine-year-old sister was sleeping in my parents' bedroom. At 11:15, I was awoken by the sound of footsteps outside the hallway. "It's probably just Mom coming back upstairs," I thought to myself. She usually had to stay up pretty late, and it was only 11:17 now, which was early for her. No big deal, right? Well just then, at 11:18, my door opened and there stood a tall figure in the doorway. There was a faint white glow around him, and he wore what looked like some sort of hat. That's the only thing I saw; as far as I could tell, he didn't have a face, and yet he didn't give a sense of danger either. He made no move towards me, but simply stood there for a few minutes before walking out. I was puzzled, but not frightened, so I simply went back to sleep.
About a month later, on January 19, I was up late doing my homework again. I went upstairs at around 1:45 to find my bedroom light on and my books scattered all over the floor. This made no logical sense to me because I had turned the light off earlier and I hadn't heard the books fall either. I didn't know what to make of this, but being the logical girl I am I figured I had just forgotten to put them back on the shelf. I put them back and turned out the light.
The next week passed by without much incident. A few things disappeared here and there, doors would be inexplicably wide open, but it wasn't anything to be particularly concerned about to me. After all, I was living with two younger siblings, so I was used to my stuff vanishing and reappearing in the most unusual places.
Then, on Sunday February 8, I was busy helping clean the house. My eleven-year old sister has a stuffed frog that she keeps on her bed at all times (she has her own room but prefers to sleep in mine). I was helping her put away her laundry, and the frog was sitting on her pillow as usual. My job was to take out the recycling, so I gathered up the bin and took it to the recycling bin outside. I dumped the contents inside and started walking back to the house. Imagine my surprise when I saw the frog sitting on the porch staring at me. I picked it up and brought it back inside, expecting it to vanish in my hand right then and there. It didn't, and withing two minutes it was back on my sister's pillow. Could it have been a prank? Maybe, but I doubt it. I was the only one who went outside as far as I know.
Whether or not these were supernatural occurrences remains to be seen. If it is, I don't think it's a demonic entity so I would be pretty much indifferent to his presence.