My family and I moved into a suburban, fairly new house in the summer of 2009. Ever since we moved in, we had many experiences, one of which I will tell in this story.
Before I begin, I feel it is appropriate to describe the layout of the house. It was a 3 bedroom, two story house. As soon as you walk in the front door, you see this big staircase leading up to the second floor, and on that floor we had my parents' bedroom at one side of the hall, and on the other side we had the girls' bedroom and my brother's bedroom right next door to each other, they even shared the same wall. Right in the middle of the hall there was a bathroom. I had 2 sisters and 1 brother who had his own room.
Moving on to the experience, my brother was 4 at the time, and for some reason, he would never want to go upstairs by himself unless there was someone glued to his side. It didn't matter what time of day or night it was, or how light or dark it was, he just never went upstairs by himself. He always said he was too scared, but he never explained why. We just shook it off and walked him upstairs every time, thinking he was just a little 4 year old with a big imagination. This went on the entire 4 and a half years that we lived in that house, and my mother was starting to get worried because my brother was getting older and he was still terrified.
My mom was on the phone with my grandfather, and he was and still is a very christian man. Even though my grandfather lived in Washington, and we lived in California, my brother always had a bond with my grandfather. They were always very close, even though they rarely saw each other in person. Anyways, my mom was talking to him on the phone for hours, and she mentioned that her son was terrified half to death just thinking of having to go upstairs alone. My grandfather thought it was very strange and he wanted to talk to his grandson himself, so my mom passed the phone over to my brother.
They were talking for a good half hour, then the phone was passed back to my mom. My grandfather's tone changed and he told us the whole reason behind this. My brother had told him that every time he goes upstairs alone or even walks down that hall alone, he sees a black, hairless, tall "thing" that would just stand in between the girls' room and his room and stare at him and grin ear to ear.
We didn't know what to do because, at the time, this kind of thing never happened to us before, but we knew he wasn't lying because we saw the horrified look on his face, almost to the point of tears, whenever someone mentioned the upstairs. Even now, that we live in a different house, far away from that one, my, now 10 year old brother, is still scared every time he talks about it.
I will be posting more experiences that I, my brother, and the whole family have had, because there was definitely something in that house.