I moved into my house in May of 2004. At the time my sister, her husband, my niece and nephew lived with us.
For about the first month everything was fine aside from a weird smell in the house. My niece (we'll call her Sam) had just turned 3 and started talking about an imaginary friend named Friend.
A month or so after she met Friend, things started changing, It got to the point Sam refused to do any of her favorite things. She would cry if you even asked her to swing on the swing set or do anything, because Friend would get mad at her.
One night I was laying in bed when I got the feeling of being watched. I looked to the foot of my bed to see a man standing with his back to me. He was standing by my closet looking out the window and slowly turned and looked at me. He was solid as could be I thought some crazy guy broke in until I seen his eyes were red. I left my room and sat in the living room until everyone else woke up. Sam came to me and said "Friend likes it in your room. He stands by your closet and looks out the window, sometimes he watches you sleep." Yes, I was freaking out at this point. A year passed and Sam turned 4 and Friend seemed to have left our house.
Fast forward April 2007 my nephew JD turns 3 and the whole thing starts over for another year, then peace again.
April of 2013 my daughter "A" turned three. I was nervous since that appeared to be the unlucky age in our house. A had said a couple of things that were odd but I just shrugged them off.
One day in November 2013 I woke up to a very distraught A. She told me "The Cheeto man was down by my feet and you wouldn't wake up, mommy." I tried to act unconcerned and said "Oh boy did he give you some Cheetos?" She told me no he wasn't Chester the Cheetah from the Cheetos bag he was a monster, and he yelled at her and scared her really bad and I wouldn't wake up. So now I'm worried and feel like a horrible mom, but I don't make a big deal about it, maybe it was just a bad dream.
Nope. Things got worse, the "Cheeto man" was showing up every single night. We ended up having to move into a different bedroom because A wouldn't even go near the stairs to our room.
One night not long after A turned 4 I had the worst dream ever. In the dream I woke up to see a cloaked figure leaning on our dresser facing our bed. It was a dark red/black robe that looked like a monks robe, with a large hood, it felt and looked like a burlap sack. I couldn't see his face or hands just the robe. I jumped out of bed to confront him, he lowered his hood and it rocked me to my core. It was the old man I'd seen in my room in 2004 but he was thinner and he had these open sores all over his face and head and the emptiest black eyes. And I realized that this whole time she was meaning heetah man, he looked like he had cheetah spots. We fought over A and he left, but as he was leaving he turned and gave me the most chilling look and warned he'd be back and I need to be scared.
To wrap up this long ramble, A woke me up the next morning and told me the Cheetoh man was gone. Since then the house has been calm and even the weird smell is gone.