We decided to buy a new house and move. After arriving at the house i unpacked all my stuff from the moving company truck. I settled into my room and neatly packed all of my stuff, and so did my family. A few hours went by and after snooping around the house, bed time came. I was an only child so the only people i had to talk to was my parents, and it didn't help that i was in a new neighbourhood, with no friends yet. I was lying down on my bed getting ready to sleep, my room pitch black, except for the moonlight coming through my window. However, I couldn't seem to sleep, and I kept tossing and turning. Some time passed and it became midnight. Almost dazing off i heard a soft scratching noise coming from my closet, and i shrugged it off thinking it was a small animal like a rat or a raccoon since we didn't have any pets. It wasn't until i heard knocking coming from the closet that i was really creeped out, i was too scared to get up and check what it was, so i pull my blanket over my face and tried to sleep, only then did the noise seem to stop. The next morning i awoke with scratches all over my feet and legs uncovered by the blanket. I showed my parents the scratches and they were very concerned about me, since they were the protective type, so my mom sent my father into my room to check for anything that might have been the cause. My father looked into the closet where i told him i was hearing scratching and knocking from. What was inside sent chills down both our spines– there were 3 inch deep claw marks on the inside of the closet, there was no way that they could have been caused by an animal. My parents didn't believe in spirits and demons so they didn't suspect it to be paranormal, and it was just markings from the previous owners of the house. After coming home from school, i met a lot of people and made new friends, who i told about what happened to me, but they were skeptical, just like my parents and just shrugged it off. Later that day it became time to sleep once again and just like the previous day, i had trouble sleeping. It was almost as if the day mirrored, because as i was about to fall asleep i heard soft scratching. Only this time i fell asleep before it stopped. I woke up to what sounded like knocking and i saw that my closet door was slightly open, me being half awake didn't think much of it until i saw it open even more..... my heart dropped as i saw a humanoid figure come out of the opening shrouded in shadows. I tried my best to pretend like i was asleep and as i peeked a little through the corner of my eye, it was standing right above me. At that very moment i felt like it was the end for me as it stared with its hollowed eyes down upon me. It took every muscle and ounce of my willpower to avoid making a single move, my body full of adrenaline and survival instinct only against me. I felt a sense of relief when it stopped leaning over me and headed back into the closet. The next day i felt a sense of déjà vu when i told my parents about what happened. They brought a priest over and he blessed the house. This has never occured ever again but.... on some silent nights....... i still hear soft scratching coming from the closet.
