My family and I had moved into a cute yellow house back in 2009. It was quite perfect for our family of seven, except I was living with my grandfather; I visited on weekends and summers. Anyways I was 11. Everything was normal at the time. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
It was about a year later that weird things started happening. I noticed that something was off about certain parts of the house. My bedroom, for example, especially freaked me out. It didn't have electricity in it (the house was old and had bad wiring). I had to sleep with the window open to get air flow. I slept one night in that room with my cousin Erin. She was fast asleep but I couldn't sleep at all. Then I felt like I was being watched. Now, our windows were really up off the ground. You'd have to get a ladder to break in. I turned and saw a giant shadow move across the room and out the window. I didn't sleep in that room again.
But that was just the beginning. A few months later, I learned we had a friendly spirit that resided in our living room. The whole family felt safe in that room, and thinking it was the former owner, we named it Mr. Thompson. He would do the usual, opening doors, moving things, appearing at times even. But he wasn't the shadow I saw.
One night, while I was eating and talking on the phone, I noticed a figure in the window. It was tall, slender, and walked in a stooped manner. It was outside and slowly walked across the window and disappeared. I was a little spooked but not concerned.
Now we had a shed outside past the garage. My sisters and I did not feel right about it at all. My youngest sisters were toddlers at the time, and they refused to go near it. They said there was a scary man in it. I remember one time my sister Kristina was going to jump off it in an attempt to break her leg. I, of course, was going to video tape it. She backed out and started to get down but suddenly rushed forward. In the video, you could make out a face and hands behind her. We didn't go near it again.
A few weeks after that, I was in my sisters' room to sleep, and we all were half asleep, when our noise maker went flying across the room. No one touched it. At the time it was thrown, it sounded like someone was growling.
A few months later, before we moved, my sister Kristina and I were lying in our bed wrestling and giggling. I suddenly had the urge to look out the window. Again, our windows are 8 feet off the ground. And what I saw stood taller than the window. It had its hands pressed up against the glass looking in. It had slits for a nose. I couldn't see its eyes. It also had horns spiraling backwards. And it was looking at me. I screamed and Kristina bolted. That's when the knocking began. Whatever it was kept tapping at the glass. We didn't feel safe in our home anymore.
Turns out, some punk satanist teens had held rituals in the shed (I looked up the houses history later on). It was a crime case of breaking and entering. Pictures showed the signs they had painted and such. We moved three months later.
I'm sorry this was long, but I felt the need to share it. I've had numerous experiences before and after this incident, but this one scared me the most. Thanks for reading and God Bless.