I was brought up in a house built in the 17th Century. Overall it has always had a very peaceful atmosphere about it, except for one room. This is the room where I grew up from ages 0-18 and it is at the back of the house off a landing/hall area which is about 15 feet long. The room had a large cupboard which extended to a passage with a spiral staircase down to the basement.
My first experience with the presence in this room was when I was 4. I remember it very vividly. I had a dream of a man's face in a hood staring at me - that's all - just staring, in a humiliating, mocking way. I pulled myself out of the dream, and woke up. All of a sudden, I felt something grab my rib cage under the covers, like a hand grasping at me. I jumped away from the clasp and it cackled, mockingly, in my ear. I ran to the door and started to call for my mother.
As I did so, the light above my bed started swinging and was still swinging when my mother appeared a few seconds after. I told her everything that had happened and she said, at the time, it must have been a dream, the cackle I heard was a fox crying outside in the garden, and I must've woken with a start and knocked my light with my head. (This was impossible, because even when I stood up on the bed, my head didn't touch the light.)
My mother would later tell me when I was 18, that she used to breast feed me in that room in the middle of the night when I was a baby and feel like male eyes were watching her fiercely - staring at her in the same mocking way that I saw the face staring at me.
As time went on and I got older, I used to see apparitions of hornets and wasps appear all over my room: either a swarm of hornets or one single, big hornet, about the size of a juice carton would appear to be flying around the room when I woke up in the middle of the night, and then disappear. Over these years, the male presence was always there. It was a constant, oppressive feeling that I needed to get out of the room or something would "happen..." I barely spent anytime in my bedroom and would beg my parents not to have to go to bed.
I was seen by a psychologist for having "separation anxiety" as I ended up sleeping in a makeshift bed in the hallway most nights from age 4-13. Everybody called me a "baby" because I refused to sleep in this room, and at the time I believed it, but now I know it was more than that. I had to go into the room, of course, because I had to collect school clothes and books etc, but there was only a limited time I could spend in there. The sense that something was about to happen was the constant feeling. If I stayed too long in the room I could feel it circling me.
A shadow would pass by out of the corner of my eye and I felt like it was pushing its face right into mine. I would feel fingertips on my head and a feeling like sheets were swishing past my face and energy was moving around me. When I eventually left the room on these occasions that I felt the oppression, I could feel it follow me down the hall but only go so far. The sense of restriction on it was very obvious to me. It was almost like it was in chains and could go no further, just watch and stare while I went about my business in the other rooms off the hall.
I became quite troubled at age 18 and got very depressed and anxious. This is when the energy appeared to become stronger. I had started reading books about spirits and decided to take the advice in a book I had read and confront it. As I felt it pursuing me down the hall one day, I turned around and faced it and swore at it to leave me alone. I used strong language. I kept shouting at it and pushing it away, trying to make myself more aggressive than the spirit itself, and eventually the feeling left. I felt like I had "won..." For a while, anyway.
We started getting recurrent hornet infestations which seemed to manifest from the basement after that time. Big, African hornets would appear out of nowhere, at places in the house. Our neighbours never experienced them, and nobody could understand why they were appearing in our house. I even found three dead hornets in my bed (under the covers!), they would just appear while I was in the shower, or doing work, or when my parents were cooking dinner.
Sometimes my parents would be working in our basement study, and suddenly hear the low buzz of a group of hornets out of nowhere. My mother was very upset by it, and still is. The problem has never seemed paranormal to my father, or any man who has entered that room. It's like the male presence backs down to the male person, but is activated by seeing women. The hornet problem persisted for about three years. We always called the infestation men out and they could never find the nest. I don't think there ever was a nest. When I left home, it gradually stopped.
No-one goes in the room anymore, it is just storage. So occasionally my boyfriend or my father go in to collect something from it. Both of them say they feel absolutely nothing in there. When I visited home a month ago, I wondered past the room and saw the light on. I put my hand around the door and turned it off, then went to the bathroom. I thought to myself while looking in the bathroom mirror "I wonder if that male spirit is still here?" Low and behold, when I walked back past the room, the light was back on - just to remind me! Anybody have any clue who this man could be and why it seems so personal to me?