There are four of us, siblings, in the family. I'm the oldest and there are three of us, girls, and the youngest is a boy. My brother is about seven years younger than I. At the time of the event that I'm about to relate, I was 16 and he was 9. He had his own bedroom, my two younger sisters were in one bedroom and I had my own, which connected to the my sisters' room.
After the incident with the Ouija Board, my brother and I saw weird shadows several times and we both suffered from very bad nightmares. It used to be very bad with him.
This one night, we were awakened by my brother screaming. This happened often enough and my mom would go in and console him until he fell asleep again. This time, the door to his bedroom wouldn't open. My dad thought that my brother had unknowingly locked the door from inside before he went to bed, so he went to fetch a screwdriver.
In the meantime, my brother is screaming in the bedroom. I turned the knob and it opened and I went in the room. My mother was right behind me, but the door slammed in her face. To this day, she still thinks that I did it, but I didn't. I went to my brother and he kept pointing towards a corner of the room, crying. When I looked, there it was... A shadow in the shape of a man. I couldn't distinguish facial features, except for maybe the eyes, although I couldn't explain to you what they really looked like. I could feel a lot of anger in the room and it was sort of contagious as I also felt getting angrier, instead of afraid after the initial shock of seeing this thing. The bedroom wasn't completely dark as my brother couldn't go to sleep without a night light, yet there it was, this thing standing in the corner.
I could hear my dad trying to get the door open and I grabbed my brother and walked towards the door, not turning my back to the shadow. We heard a sound that was between a laughter and a growl, very weird. At that point, I turned the door knob and was able to get the door open. My dad was standing there with the screwdriver. My mom took my brother to their bedroom and I told her that I was certain that there was something in the house.
The next day, I talked to my grandma, who was more open about these things since she had many experiences of her own. She talked to my mom about it, and my mom talked to a friend in her church. The house was blessed and things quieted down for a few days.
However, they started again and much worse. My brother and I saw the shadow several times after that. Our nightmares got worse. My dog, a miniature poodle named Blackie, would bark at the air and follow something around the house, barking. Things would move on their own.
To this day, my parents still live in that house. They have no experiences, unless they just don't want to tell. I live in the States now and every time that I go back to visit, my nights are sleepless. I don't know if it is my imagination, but it almost feels as if whatever it is, waits for me to be there to manifest itself. Maybe it has a bone to pick with me, so to speak... I don't know.