After being considerably bored at work one day, I decided to google ghost stories (as I have personally seen and dealt with them before) and came across this site. I love reading the stories and it got me all jazzed up to tell mine.
It probably all started when I was 14 (I am now 24). My family and I were on a week long camping trip when my dog passed away. This dog that we had, (Max was his name) was the family dog but being at a young age when we got him, I became the closest to him. After I had learned that he died, I was so upset that my family had to cut the vacation short, just to get me home.
I had just moved in to a room in my parents basement, and it had no door to it. Now, where my bed was located, when looking out the door, you could see the furnace to the house. One night I woke up and grabbed a sip of water from a water bottle I always keep beside my bed and happened to look to the entrance of my room. Sitting in the doorway was my dog Max! Now, since this happened so long ago, I have constantly said to myself that this was a dream only because when I started calling Max to me, I remember specifically his eyes glowing red and him then jumping on my bed and trying to attack me! That ended up scaring the bejeezus out of me!
After the whole dog "dream" I have not seen Max since. Later when I would wake up/roll over, I would steal a look to the door and I would see a giant man, like a silhouette, standing in my door frame staring at me. To me, it looked like he was wearing a huge trench coat with some sort of hat with a huge brim. The first time this happened, I was so frightened that I dared not to stare at him too long as he would attack me like my dog. It became constant, like every night I would see him and for the first while it scared me to no ends but I became used to it and later when I would see him, I would just roll over, smile and go back to sleep.
One morning, after seeing the dude in my doorway the night before, I was speaking with my parents about a bad dream I had the night before. My mom chuckled as my dad also had a nightmare the same night and told me to go ask him about it. When I asked pops about his dream, he told me that he was dreaming about a guy who broke in to the house, made his way into my sisters room and ended up killing her. This woke him out of his sleep and when he looked out the hallway into the kitchen, he said he actually saw someone leave my sisters room (the two rooms are right beside each other that lead into a hall that leads into the kitchen) and walk into the kitchen. He said he got up and ran to the kitchen and when he flipped the light on, no one was there. It was then that I told him that I always see someone standing in my doorway every night and he just told me it was the furnace!
After I turned 18, I was still seeing this guy. My friends would spend the night and in the morning they would explain to me how they saw a guy standing in the middle of the room thinking it was me, and then explain what he looked like! That was when activity in the house started to pick up. My family and I would constantly see things out of the corner of our eyes, my mother one night told me about a "floating person with a tiny smile on their face waving to her, loud unexplained noises followed up by things (one night it was all of our empty bottles lined up on our freezer, which I thought was hella cool) moving unexplained.
I feel I might be dragging this on, and I have a bit more to talk about so I think I will make a part two about my experiences in the future. Looking back to them I think things only get worse for me (nightmares with ghosts/demons) and we ended up getting the house blessed! But like I said, that will be another story!
Thanks for listening/reading my story!