If you read my story "Angry Presence" then you are familiar with how the house was and is!
In the new lounge/kitchen towards the back end of the house I used to sleep there when I lived there 2-3 years ago!
One night I'm pretty sure it was a Friday night I had gotten off the phone to my then fiancé after speaking with him for about 4 hours! I then decided to read a book because I couldn't sleep and didn't want to go inside were everybody else was and watch TV. I was too comfortable lying down all rugged up. About half way through this book something from the corner of my eye caught my attention, so I looked up and right in front of me in the kitchen area there was a tall dark man looking at me as if he were peering through my soul. I couldn't see through this person it was as if he were real...
Now I never drifted off and dreamt this I was wide awake because again I just couldn't sleep! This thing stood there for at least 2 minutes staring at me and when I had the courage to blink about a thousand times and slightly move as I had frozen up he was gone. I looked around but there was nothing in sight and since then I haven't seen this thing. I don't know what he wanted or why he was there but it was and it came to me.
My mum has mentioned to me on many occasions that when she is sleeping she feels as if there is someone there peering at her from the side of the door, so maybe it's the same ghost I don't know. She has also woken up to someone at her window just staring outside and she asked who it was standing there thinking it was one of us (her children) but no one answered and then it disappeared.
I absolutely hate my mum's room. I always feel that there is someone there watching