This will be my first post EVER, regarding my personal experiences with the spiritual world. Only few know of this and the other stories I will tell in the future.
** Please be advised that names will be changed in this story to protect the identities who wish not to be named **
Back in 2014 I lived in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Renting a room in a Victorian mansion from two lovely people I knew very well and cared very deeply about. We will call these lovely people Piper and Stan. I lived there a separate time for 2 years alongside someone who was not good for me, I ended up moving back to New York City and decided to move back in 2014 alone.
Never have I experienced anything out of the ordinary while living in this house, only a few times where I did laundry in the small laundry room next to the kitchen. I felt like someone was hovering over me and it felt pretty heavy but overall I decided to always ignore that.
I worked a steady job, basically a 9-5 with only weekends off which didn't work in my favor because I never liked to go out and party on the weekends - except for this one weekend.
I go out with my best friend who lives in Pennsylvania her name will be Cait. She was very shy and I was the outgoing expressive one, so we definitely had a balance and I made her be a little more outgoing. We go to this party she got invited to on a Saturday, we weren't feeling it too much so we decided to go home.
She dropped me off at my house and I went through the back so I wouldn't disturb anyone sleeping by going through the front, it was about 2:30am. Going through the back meant either going straight up the stairs to the second floor (which is where my room was) or going through the kitchen, through the office, into the hall, and that's where the staircase was going to the second floor.
So I went through the kitchen way so I could grab some snacks and 2 water bottles so I wouldn't have to come all the way back downstairs again. As I unlocked the kitchen door I jumped and froze right in my spot, fixated on the usual coat rack that is there next to the refrigerator. Now... The coat rack didn't make me freeze in fear but what I saw standing there. I saw a very heavy set man (I can only see the figure not the face, it was just a dark shadow) he was very wide and was bald. I only stood there for a few more seconds staring into a blank dark face trying to depict what I'm seeing and I'm very certain he was staring right back at me. Seconds later I turned on the light and he disappears. Leaving just the one thin windbreaker hanging where it always is... A windbreaker is definitely not wide enough to make a shadow that looks heavy set. - regardless, I tried my best to ignore the cold feeling I felt internally in me, you know that cold feeling you get when something scares you?
I went forth and continued on to the laundry room into the office feeling an eerie presence lurking behind me but I just sped walk and sprinted upstairs and locked my door (as if that means anything.) I fell asleep instantly forgetting what had happened and now it's just a small memory but HERE is where things get really scary.
We're going to fast forward a few months, I'd like to say about 5 months living there. It was pretty quiet after that incident with 'The heavyset man." I didn't feel much after that except for the times I did laundry every week even during the day... That heavy lingered presence on my back.
5 months after that night encountering 'him' my friend Cait lived with me. We shared my huge room on the second floor and it was perfect for us. Plus since she was a friend of mine Piper and Stan (the landlords) had no issue in us sharing a room (I was and am very trusting) things were normal with me and Cait with sharing a room except I was a clean freak and she wasn't and most of the time she wasn't really home since she was seeing a guy a few blocks away.
Piper and Stan had a ton of animals. (I LOVED IT) 3 dogs, 3 cats, a cute parakeet. Sounds like a lot but the house was well big enough for every pet to run as free as it wanted. I'm a cat person so I always wanted the cats to be with me. Now telling the scariest night of my life that made me move away.
I took one of the cats, Beau up to my room to sleep with me for the night. I was home alone - I believe Piper and Stan were working graveyard shifts at that time and Cait was at that boy's house. So here it was just me and Beau Beau laying down watching movies on my laptop.
Let me quickly explain how the second floor layout is so you don't get confused during the story. There are 4 bedrooms up there. My landlords room was closest to the steps (Keep IN MIND that the stairs have a nightlight plugged in to light the stairs up at night which I can see the dim light under my door.), her daughter's room was to the left which contained a bathroom in that the people on the second floor would share. (Her daughter moved out) then there was my room which had a huge closet and a locked door that went into the bathroom of the daughter's room, and beside my room was a smaller bedroom which no one was living in at the time. I was the only one living on that floor besides my landlords and Cait. This night I was home alone for once. - back to the story -
So I'm in bed watching a movie and the cat is sound asleep, Cait said she was coming back home so I was waiting up for her to chill. It became almost 3am when everything weird started to happen. That door I was talking about, the one that is locked from both sides that leads to the bathroom is where it all starts... Beau bolted her head up at the same time I turned my head at that door. I felt this figure that felt very dark and very heavy. I felt death was definitely behind that door. Me and Beau just keep looking toward that door and a few moments later I hear walking (when the house is quiet you can hear every sound on the carpet and hardwood floors. Every creak.) so I hear walking around in the bathroom like if someone was home but more like walking back and forth in the bathroom. My heart started to race and the cat clearly looks scared herself but she's not leaving my side or hiding away. A few seconds after that I hear the walking leave the bathroom and then continue on in my landlords daughters room. Walking around like it was their room, slow steps. After that, the slow steps start creeping out of the room I can hear the creaking of the wooden floors with every step and Beau's head was following every movement outside the door like she could see it through the door. This thing started to walk closer and closer to my door until finally it was in front of my door, I could hear slow deep breaths in front of my door and from my bed I looked to see if that dim light from the staircase was peeking through my door... It wasn't... It was complete blackness as if that light was never on (it's automatic it would've been impossible.) at that moment I started to lightly panic, wanting to cry but didn't because I felt it would be easier to capture me if I showed fear... I don't know, it was just my thought at the time... It stood in front of my door with the same deep breaths for what felt like a whole 5 minutes... It was probably 2 but the intensity made it seem like 5. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do...
After that the slow walking moved from my room to the smaller room next door to mine... What did I see? The dim light from the staircase underneath my door! There was something there! Standing there either waiting for me to come out or watching me through the cracks. Moments later I start to hear crashing and things being thrown in the other bedroom. I let out a small shriek since I wasn't expecting any of the loud clashing I heard.
I texted my landlords asking if they were home and they told me they wouldn't be back until 8am so I texted Cait asking if she was coming home and she told me she was just going to stay at that boy's house. At this point the panic really started to set in. I called my friend from NYC we'll call him Token, telling him everything that had just happened and thankfully he believed me and told me to be calm and that he would stay on the phone with me until I fell asleep. I stayed up all night until the sun came up with my door locked as it was to begin with. I fell asleep around 7:45am.
A knock on my door at 8:30am woke me up (I have not left my room since I entered it). It was Piper. She asked me if I had any people over last night and if they used the small room next to me. Confused and kind of dazed I say "no? I was alone that's why I texted you I was hearing weird things" she then tells me to look at the room and my mouth drops right open. The mattress was tossed over upside down on the floor alongside the foam that was on top of it, there was cotton from the pillows all over the carpet, and scratches on the black wooden dresser that was never there. I swore up and down that I don't know what happened and was completely stunned by it because that means I wasn't dreaming or imagining things. That all actually happened. As much I loved my landlords and they loved me I couldn't explain to her what happened to me that night or even said anything about it to her at all. I felt she wouldn't believe me as much as I knew she would, or I would be looked at as crazy.
This was the worst night I ever had to live on my own. The rest of my stories will be scary but not as bad as this one since other times I had the option to leave. Feel free to leave any comments or questions... Hope you enjoyed reading; it was not fun to relive that typing it all in full detail.
Have a blessed day.