This is my first post, hope you like it. Sorry if it's not that great, I'm not a good storyteller.
This takes place in a house I use to live in. The house itself is over a hundred years old and as far as I know nothing bad has happened there. It had belonged to my Grandma before she died and it was a little while after she died my Dad and I moved in.
I never liked being in the house alone even during the day just because I had this feeling of someone else being around me that I couldn't see. I would have to turn on the TV or radio just to make me feel more comfortable. It was most intense in one area of my room and I would avoid going there if I could.
My room was kind of an upside-down "L" shape with the bottom part connected to the living room and the other to the bathroom. It was where the "L" came together that I hated being in and it was there that I saw the shadow.
I was getting home from school one day and was the only one home. My bedroom door was the first door on the right when entering the living room and you could see all the way to the end. As I was entering the living room out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow, I would say about five feet tall and in the shape of a person, it was at the far end of my room. It then turned and run around the corner towards the bathroom. I stopped and looked at the corner for a second and then just went back to my normal routine. I wasn't afraid of it, actually I thought I was just seeing things and didn't think much about it.
About a month later I saw it again as I was getting home from school, it again turned the corner and ran away. This time I started to think maybe my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and maybe I really did see something. I knew it couldn't have been a reflection off a window because I had curtains covering the lower half of the windows and the shadow touched the floor. The thought of it being in my room didn't scare me because I figured whatever it was it didn't want to hurt me it was just looking at me.
I only saw the shadow one more time after that, again when it thought I saw it, it ran away. I still had that watched feeling when I was alone in the house but it didn't bother me as much as before. I never told anyone else about it because I thought they wouldn't believe me.
We moved out of that house a couple years later when my Dad remarried. We still own the house because it's on my Uncle's property so I still walk past it when we visit my Uncle (he lives next door) and I still get that feeling of someone watching me from the windows when I walk by. I will admit that I do get a little scared by that just because I'm afraid that if I look at the window I might see something and won't want to go back in the house. That might sound weird since I lived in the same house with it but I just can't help thinking that.
That was the only experience I had in that house but I found out recently that other family members have had things happen to them in that house. If you would like to hear about them let me know. Thanks for reading.