When I was about 12 years old, my biggest accomplishment at that time was to be alone at home by myself. My brother was staying at a friends house, and my parents went to dinner with their friends. I was never scared of staying home alone. I enjoyed it a lot. I have a very vivid imagination, but this was something completely different. There were no outside influences to scare me, and I was just watching something normal on tv.
Our old house was a split level. We had a wall on the north side of the den that had the entertainment center and on the left of it were the stairs that lead to the basement and then left of that were the stairs that went to the second floor. Our couch, which I was sitting on at the time, was against the wall on the east side of the den close to the stairs.
As I was sitting on the couch, watching this show, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was at the very top of the stairs in the unlit hallway. I literally just felt a chill down my spine (while writing that is). I turn my head to see this very tall dark man standing at the top of my stairs looking down at me. I say man because it didn't have any hair, and I believed it to be an actual person at the time. I couldn't even make a sound or anything. I jumped up from the couch and ran towards the kitchen. We had this bar type counter that came out of the wall on the southwest corner of the den that seperates it from the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and ducked down behind it.
I immediately called my dad. At the time I thought it was a burglar in my house that was going to kill me. My dad could tell how scared I really was, and he rushed home immediately. That was the longest 10-15 minutes of my life. It felt like I was waiting for hours, thinking at any time this man was about to come around the corner and kill me. As soon as my dad got there, he checked the entire house. He couldn't find anyone, and thought I made up the whole story. I couldn't sleep by myself for a few months after that, because he was standing right outside my bedroom. I thought it was some type of evil spirit out to get me. I didn't ever see it again, but I always felt something watching me while I was trying to sleep. I used to pray every night for God to put a "ghost blanket" over me so that nothing could touch or harm me while I was trying to fall asleep, and also while I was sleeping. I know it sounds weird, but it gave me comfort as a child so that I could fall asleep without fear of something trying to "get" me.
We moved out of that house a year later, and I never had those types of feelings again. It wasn't until then that I realized it wasn't just some childhood fear of ghosts, but that you CAN actually feel the presence of spirits or ghosts. It churns my stomach every time I think about it. I'm not sure if it was an evil spirit or just one that liked to watch over me, but it certainly scared me. If I had to give an accurate description of the man, I'd say he was about a 6 ft tall black figure with dark baggy clothes, little or no hair on his head, and I couldn't see any other facial features. It was almost like a shadow or something. And I could "feel" his eyes but I couldn't see them if that makes any sense. I'd love to hear your comments or suggestions about what happened. Thank you so much for reading.
Trent
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