When I was about 4 years old, my dad got married to this woman named Judy. We moved in to her house in Williamsburg. It's on 133.
Well, my dad has told me numerous times (and still tells me to this day) about a man who owned that house way before any of us did. He was said to be a fishermen and wore a yellow slicker. And according to my dad, Judy's stepdad was laying on the couch and saw that man come inside the house, look at him and walk upstairs, never to be seen again.
When I was 4, I would stand on a chair to see the TV (because it was high up and I was a tiny little child. One day, while watching TV I saw a shadow walk behind the TV and to me it looked like he was wearing a detective's outfit. (I was 4, cut me some slack.) Well anyway, I started crying and ran into the next room (the kitchen) and told my dad what I had saw. He obviously didn't believe me.
A while later, maybe months I can't remember, he was in the kitchen with my brother and heard footsteps coming from upstairs, and when they looked, there was nobody. Well, my oldest brother's son (technically my nephew even though he's like 6 years older than me) went up into the back room at the end of the hallway upstairs and he climbed in the closet and said he saw swords stuck in the wall.
To this day, whenever I pass the house I can't help but stare wondering what presence is in there. Somedays I see a noose hanging from a tree out front, and if I pass again the next day, the rope is gone. And I have dreams about that house sometimes, in which something evil lurks.
Recently, people have moved in there and I just can't help but wonder what they experience.