Ok i'll share
shortly after i bought my first house, was working on it, cleaning, painting, patching holes, wife (GF at the time) was helping, one night it was late, i walked her out to her car was saying good night when something cough my eye about 20 yards away, look over and see what i can best describe as a huge dog shaped animal with a human head, and i mean huge, much much larger then the 109 pound Rott I had at the time. It was walking kinda like a human on all fours, walked right under a street light and just stopped and sat down like a dog would, even under the light all you can see was black, it was like a shadow, you couldnt see its features only an outline. The wife got in her car, the animal got up and continued down the side street, the wife drove off, i walked to the corner of the house ( live on a t intersection, I had a corner house) peeked around the corner, and it was gone, just as i walked through the front door,
GF calls: um did you see something in the street?
Me: yes, kinda looked like a dog
GF: yeah but i dont think it was a dog
Me: neither do I
GF: when i got to the corner i looked and its was gone
Me: yeah same here
GF: it really scared me
Me: yeah dont think you even said good by
we went over what had happened a few days later, and we both came to the conclusion that we both same the something, and that it was so unnerving that we didnt finish our conversation we had going.
I finally moved in about 1 month later, still working on the house so only took the bare essentials (mattress, box spring, clothes, microwave) bed was on the floor, alarm clock on the corner of bed.
I wake up one morning with an odd feeling like something wasnt right, like someone is in the room with me, I'm laying on my stomach, hands under my pillow, as i open my eyes i see a picture of three hasidic jews standing side by side with the one in the middle holding his hat against his chest. the one in the middle looks like he is staring right at me, but the picture is really old everything in the picture look like it 70+ years old, in the back ground i can see the lower half of my body in the closet sliding doors mirror. I see my bare feet (i dont like my feet covered when i sleep) my legs, and the only door in the room which leads to the hallway and part of the hallway, and just then i feel and see long dark curly/wavy hair brush past my face and eyes somewhat obstruction my view for a slit second, scares the sh!t out of me, and instantly i feel the weight of someone holding me down, first thought is someone broke in, next thought is pants i wore last night are on the floor next to the bed, right front pocket my knife. I push with my left arm to twist and try to get who ever is on me off, and go to the knife, didnt work and instantly push with the right to get them off balance nothing. I think ok, one last push with all my might and begin to push with everything i got, nothing fu@k. I look to the mirror to see if i can see who's on top of me, and i can see up to my waist and there is no one there, just me. now i'm i feel like i'm being choked, cant breath, try to yell for help since nothing else seems to work and nothing comes out, not a peep.
I quickly realize i'm beat, I'm not normally a very religious person but i feel i'm beat and start to pray the our father, about half way in i hear my own voice in the most soft whisper say "help", instantly i feel the weight lift, i can still see the only way out the room, the door, i figure there still in the room but in the corner i can't see in the mirror, slid off the bed toward the mirror and pants, still looking in the mirror, grab pants, hand in pocket, turn towards the door, want to make sure i dont lose them and nothing, there is no one there, not in the door, or hallway which i never lost sight of or in the only corner not visible in mirror.
give myself a second to catch my thoughts, then realize, i dont hear anyone running out of the house, no doors being open or closed, knife in hand start to search house, all doors are locked, all windows are shut and lock, there is no one there, and i'm the only one that has keys to the house as i had just changed the locks. i then just go to must have been a "dream", right sh!t like that doesnt really happen. later that day my back starts killing me, the whole right side of my back feel like it pulled/strained it, next morning it so bad i call off work, and try think what i must have lifted to hurt myself, and only thing that comes to mind is when i gave that last push it was that side i was using, again dismissed as must have slept wrong.
a few weeks later, as i round the corner to pull up to the house i see my GF walking away from the house towards her car with bag in one hand, i see her look at me and a look of despair comes over her, i quickly park and ask whats up, she tells me there is someone in your house, i saw them from the window as i walked to the door, I saw them walk past the hall doorway they walked from the side of the bathroom towards your bedroom. i go inside check the house and there is no one there.
i go back outside, and she looks like she wants to cry, she tell me she thought she saw me walking towards my bedroom, but that i must have been wearing a hat or beanie (i had a shaved head) then she thought it was a BIG girl she saw because they had long black wavy hair and that i was cheating because i wouldnt answer the door (she showed up unannounced, was trying to surprise me with dinner), that last statement sent chills down my spine, because at that point i hadnt told anyone about my "dream"
a year later I moving out and was renting it to friends, i was over one day and my buddies wife asked if i ever saw anything weird? i asked why, she said the two youngest had developed an imaginary friend, and that the three of them were always playing together in the master bedroom, that that is where he likes to hang out. I asked if she knew what there friend looks like, she replied they call him captain jack (pirates of the caribbean) because he's dressed in black, and has long black curly hair, like a pirate, and that he usually has his hat in his hands.
they eventually moved out and i sold that house.
