Growing up in my aunt's house was absolute torture. We had to move out of my grandma's house and into her house because it was closer to a better school for me and my brother.
It was my 10th birthday when the activity started. I was having a sleepover with my friend, and it was around 4:00 in the morning. She looked up, then turned pale white. I asked her what was wrong and she pointed at the wall. I looked up and saw a clear as day shadow person. It was completely black. When I looked up at it, it just turned around and walked away.
I ran down the hall and woke up my dad and told him what happened, but he just laughed it off saying we were tired, which I believed for a while. Then I started thinking, if we were both tired, would we have seen the same thing?
I didn't know if that was it at the time, but not even a month later I got my answer. It was real. It was the middle of the night and I had the weirdest nightmare that I don't really remember, but when I woke up, there was a yellow figure on top of me. It was huddled on top of me holding my arms and legs down, it turned its head and slowly evaporated.
Every night until we moved since that night there was something behind the bedroom door. I used to sleep with the hall light on and the door open. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to a thing I can only describe as darkness peaking at me from behind the door, like going out and in like it was scared.
One morning I woke up on a Saturday. My brother and I shared a bedroom at the time. My brother had already woken up and I saw a little boy sleeping on my brother's bed. I just left the room and let the little boy sleep there.
There was another night where I was sitting on the couch reading a book and, I'm not joking, heard an evil laugh. It sounded like my dad slightly, so I looked up, thinking he was home playing a joke, but when I did a shadow man floated through my legs and into the wall. I stared at the wall trying to find it. For a few minutes, I couldn't walk. It was around 11:00, I was playing with my toys and I saw the shadow of my dad coming down the hall, laughing. It was him. It was shaped like him and the laugh was his, I heard him snoring in his room at the same time.
One day me and my brother were going to scare my mom when she came home from work with Nerf guns, and I saw the shadow walk down the hall behind him.
To this day, when I visit my aunt's house, I won't go into the hall after dark.