Creeps, true stories from Reddit (Second book)

My gods honest, truthful confession of a haunted family home:

About 12 years old I begin waking up on multiple occasions to my dad shaking me asking me very seriously if I was up right then and walking around of course I say no and become concerned,

alongside that my house is very strange we moved there when I was 4. It was built in the 70s and in Southern California inland empire We live in a culdasac where the house is on a acre surrounded by trees on a hillside, very creepy outside at night and in the house.

So my dad's experiencing something I don't know about yet. All the while my parents are going through a divorce. My dad moves out, I'm left with my mom and older sister, it's hard to recall when things got weird cause strange and scary stuff always happened but I noticed when I had a new friend stay the night at around 13 yrs old and he up and left in the morning and didn't wake me, come to find out he was being tormented by something standing in my doorway watching him as we slept in my room and he described the person to have a cloak and large hat and described them as one of those shadow people (never heard of at the time)He had asked me "someone was at your door watching us sleep that night did you know or see them?, was it your family?"

He was very creeped out and was kinda hard for me to take him serious with what he was saying.

So that was weird. All the while I'm the new man of the house my mom worked 2 jobs and I was homeschooled at this time so I had til late afternoon to myself and even when my mom was home I had free reign. Little things start happening like I'm in the living room and I hear cabinets and stuff opening in the kitchen once I go in the kitchen i hear my dog barking in the living room where I just was and this planter was knocked over, dirt scattered. Couldn't explain it. More things like that happened.

Definitely I started to be aware of a presence. So fast forward, I sleep at the end of a hall that's dark, I begin occasionally waking up to my door that was closed always, open and slight light pouring in and once I look I see a rather short silhouette and head peaking into my room around the corner of the threshold and I'm paralyzed with fear. I get up and pull my light string above my bed as fast as I can and my door is back shut, I'm sure I thought it was a dream, this happens about 5 more times and all the while I'm telling my mom about it and she never experienced a thing, doesn't really believe me and doesn't pay much mind other then telling me I'm having bad dreams.

Neither my sister too, she hasn't experienced a thing. Then another time I wake up and see light pouring in through the cracks and underneath the door and I have sleep paralysis but I can see my door is shut still so no entity looking at me, except I see a black cloud misty type of thing seeping thru the top crack of my door and collecting, building and accumulating in the corner of the ceiling l, mind u it's dark as f*** despite the foggy light behind the door in my room already and this things so black that you can see it in pitch black corners. I absolutely freak once I can move and run into my moms room I'm about 14 and was so scared I had to sleep with her. We buy sage and bless the house and say a few prayers at that time after and things calm down for a while,

meanwhile my sister is in a church which I'm not into nor is my mom. Someone from her church without any prior knowledge tells her that a demon is tormenting her brother, this girl didn't even know she had a sibling.

Years later I'm off to live with My dad at 17. We get to talking and he explains about those times he woke me up in a panic and said that he kept seeing the Shadow person that I was seeing, he described waking up to a open door and light pouring in with a short person blacker than black facing him and walking back and forth near the door way. And him being very frightened each time he'd get up and try and find whoever was in the house and usually wake me up to see if it was me. I remember these times being woken up by my dad in a panic him asking me "were you just up right now?!" He said that one time he had been trying to tell my mom what he had been seeing and she kinda just ignores him and says he's crazy or he's having a dream.