I've combined these two stories into one because they both involved my brother and happened one right after the other.
The Dark Entity -
Seventeen years ago, my parents had purchased our very first house. While our house was in escrow, we continued to live in our small rented mobile home, located just outside the city limits to a small desert town in Southern California. The mobile home was on two acres of land, very securely fenced. It only had two bedrooms, one on either side of the home. A couple of years before, due to lack of sufficient space, my parents purchased a small travel trailer and parked it in the back yard so my brother (17 years old at the time) could live in and have his privacy and my little sister and I could have ours as well.
Up to this point, my brother was extremely content with his privacy. However, only a few days before escrow was to close on our new house, my brother had a very frightening encounter. One night, during a full moon he lay on his bed drifting off to sleep. The familiar sound of our black Labrador "Solo" climbing into his travel trailer roused him from mid-sleep. He shifted around to sleepily greet Solo as he made his way up through the open door and over to snuggle on the floor beside him. The only problem was that Solo was already on the floor beside him, fast asleep. Startled, he looked up towards the doorway.
The full moon illuminated the doorway enough so that he made out the silhouette of a dark humanoid entity. The dark entity seemed startled as well, for as soon as my brother had looked up, the dark entity crouched down behind the kitchen bench to hide from his sight.
Paralyzed with fear, my brother shut his eyes and didn't dare to open them. The next thing he knew, it was morning. Still scared out of his mind, he pleaded with my mom to let him move into our new house as soon as possible. My parents had planned to do some painting prior to moving in, but agreed to let him begin spending the night at the new house as soon as escrow closed that week.
Nails In A Bag - My brother expected a good night's sleep in our new house, free from the paranormal. Alas, it was not to be. No sooner that he turned out the lights did he begin to hear the eerie sound of nails being dropped into a paper bag. That was the best way he could describe what he was hearing. The noise came from the hallway just outside his room. Being alone in the empty house, he couldn't place any blame on anyone. He was relieved when the rest of the family moved in soon thereafter.
He only told my mother what he had heard, the rest of us were unaware. A few days later, when my mother was alone in the house, she busied herself with unpacking. She was in the hallway and found herself hearing the same eerie sound of nails being dropped into a paper bag. My brother's description was certainly on the money. Having had her own fruitful past concerning paranormal experiences (which I'll relate in future submissions on this site) she stood up and shouted "Listen, this is our first house and we promise to take really good care of it. Please don't try to scare us anymore". No one ever heard that sound again.
Over the years, my brother still claimed our house was haunted. His evidence was that his room was always so much warmer than the other rooms. It turned out, years and years later, a hot water pipe directly underneath his room was not working properly and was always hot, thereby making his room very warm and uncomfortable. Once it was fixed, the room was noticeably more comfortable.
My sister still lives with my parents and she's always been "freaked out" about my brother's room and refuses to look into it when the door is open and the room is dark.
It was only recently that my parents admitted the true history of the house. It turns out that the previous owner, an elderly man, had committed suicide in what is now my brother's room.