From 2017 to early 2018, I was living at my aunt's house. Before I begin, they've been living in that house for 10 years, if I'm not mistaken. And my grandma told us before that something was living in that very house before my aunt's family. She said that after the blessing of the house, she used the comfort room, which is near the living room. While doing her thing, she got scared because the door suddenly opened, even though she locked it after she entered. After that, she never visited the house without my aunt or anyone else in it.
Now, my story. So from 2017 to the early part of 2018, I never experienced anything creepy. There are four members in my aunt's family, and I and my other cousin are extended.
The house is a two-story building. There are 3 rooms downstairs and 1 room upstairs. 1 comfort, and then the kitchen and dining room. The dining area is between those three rooms.
Now, I and my cousin used the room beside the comfort room, but after she got to work from Manila, I changed rooms. That room had only a bed and a few things from my aunt's business, like mannequins and stuff. A small table and a small electric fan. At first, I didn't feel anything weird, maybe because I'm too tired from work, which is why I don't have the time to wander around the room. But one time I got confused because almost every day I got new bruises on my legs. But then I told myself that maybe I bumped into something I didn't know. After a month of wondering how I get my bruises, I dreamed about a super black kid that was staring at me near the mannequin with little red eyes. He's about 3 feet tall and has short hair. He doesn't do anything; he just stares at me while I'm sleeping. And then every time I wake up, I get a new bruise again. From then on, I got scared.
This happened after we got back from our trip to Malaysia. It was early in March of 2018. I was sleeping in that small room, and I got up because I felt like my bed was shaking. I opened my eyes, and it was shaking like it was trying to wake me up. I almost jumped to get out of bed and open the sliding door to get out of that room. It was the kid who was staring at me in my dreams. He's the one who's shaking my bed. That black kid is laughing so hard that I can see how large his mouth is. I can't forget that because you can see how happy he was. All I can hear is my heart beating and his laugh. I got scared at that time. It was 2:30 am. My tears are about to fall when I almost bump into my Aunt's husband. He asked me if I'm okay. And I said yes and then I go to our old room where I and my cousin used to sleep. After that, I never go that room again! I swear.