My wife, step-son and I moved into our new home in Clackamas, Oregon back in 2010. Typical, family excitement -- lot of painting and removing carpet.
Neighbors were kind and all seemed great. Honestly, it was hard to think anything could go wrong.
Soo, here's where it starts getting weird. One day my wife was on the side deck, sweeping -- she told me her back was facing the steps. She heard me creep up the steps and slowly walk up behind, trying to give her a scare. She thought it would be funny to turn around fast and scare me -- but, nobody was there.
She brushed it off. As we were in bed that night, she shared with me her experience. Later, that night, I woke up to the touch of someone's finger on the back of my hand.
In the morning, all was normal. I went to work, my step-son went to school and my wife was all alone in the house. She drank her morning coffee and watched her son walk to the bus stop, out of our window.
She told me that evening, somebody whispered in her ear, "Mom." She said, nobody was around.
That night, I wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. I did have a slight fever, but nothing bad. I opened my eyes after resting them for just a few seconds. Just outside the open bedroom door, I see my distorted step-son glide past the door, down the hallway. It freaked me out and I called for my wife. She told me only her and I were in the house. Apparently, our son was still outside, playing basketball with his friends.
That night we prayed. Nothing else happened after that.