What you are about to hear is something that has been happening to me for quite some time now. In the summer of 2015 I just turned 25 years old and I'm also moving into my dads house. I know what you are thinking, what kind of loser is still living at home?! I fell on to some hard times and I had to move back home. My dad lives out in a small town in Michigan, north of Flint. His house is very big, sitting on a large property at a dead end street. Growing up in the city my whole life, reluctantly I really hated the thought of living out there, being miles away from everything and not having any wifi. Now because I have a lot of siblings, I was moved into the basement. It was your typical basement, dark, damp and cold.

From the very first night I felt very uneasy and I felt like I was being watched all hours of the day. At night it was even creepier down there, I would feel eyes following my every step, but yet I stayed down there most of the time I was home. One night when I was sound asleep I could feel what felt like hair touching my face. I tried putting my hand over my head to kinda push it away, thinking it was a bug of some sort. Then something grabbed my foot! I immediately sat up in bed! At the same time I could hear what sounded like bare feet running across the cold hard floor, running away from my bed and towards the door. Heart pounding, at first I thought it was one of my little sisters coming down to mess with me. But they are very young and are deathly afraid of their own shadows! So I doubt they are in the basement late at night and in the dark. For the rest of the night I turned my tv on and stayed up until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

The very next morning I woke up and just happened to glance on the floor beside my bed. What I saw gave me goosebumps all over my body. On the floor next to my bed were little tiny wet foot prints, like the size of a 5 year old foot prints. The foot prints lead from my bed to my door and just stopped at my door. Trying to be brave and think rationally, I went up stairs and interrogated my sisters. I asked them over and over "Which one of you were in my room last night?!" They all denied even being up that late. My step mother even confirmed that both of the little ones slept with her last night and they never once left her side.

A couple of nights went by with pretty much no incidents and I pretty much forgotten the whole ordeal. Until one night I came home pretty late from work, extremely stressed out and exhausted! I just crashed on my bed, falling fast asleep, not even bothering taking my shoes off. I had a dream that I was standing in the corner of my room, in the pitch black and I could see myself in bed. But I was awake on my phone, all I could see is the light of my phone and my own face. It was extremely weird and utterly unnerving at the same time. I'm just standing there watching myself, I looked around the room and that's all I could do. I couldn't move or even talk, it was like I was a fly on the wall just watching a person on their phone. Then I looked over into the other corner right next to me, for some reason is was extra dark in that particular spot. As I starred longer and longer in the darkness. I started to feel extremely frightened, but all I could do was just stare!

What felt like hours, I literally started seeing a tall dark figure standing in the darkness of that spot in the corner. It had no basic features, it was just tall dark and it was looking at myself on the bed. I looked back at myself laying on my bed and looked back at this terrifying figure! I wanted to run, but I couldn't even feel my legs to even move them! It then raised it's arm out towards myself laying on the bed, completely oblivious to what is going on. I then screamed at the top of my lounges "WHO ARE YOU?!!!" It than snapped it's head at me and let out a scream from hell! I woke up, sprawled out on my bed with still my work clothes on and immediately looked towards the corner that dark figure was standing in. It had no face, it was like a 3D shadow or a shadow ghost or something. What ever it was, it scared the living shit out of me!

I feel like I'm the only one this is happening to. I never get any sleep, I go to work extremely sleepy and I try to stay out of the basement as much as possible. I've tried telling my dad what's going on down there, but being the cop / ex military veteran that he is, he doesn't believe me. He probably thinks I'm on drugs or I watch to many damn horror movies. I did notice that my 6 year old sister all of sudden has an imaginary friend named Whitney. Maybe Whitney is the little girl that visited me on my first night in the house, who knows?! I'm still here in the house and I'm still experiencing creepy shit almost every day. I will definitely keep posting more of my experiences on here.
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