When I was about fifteen years
old, my mother decided to move to a new apartment. We were living in Mesa, Arizona.
The apartment we moved into hadn't been updated in about seven years, and it looked like
it! I was at home alone a lot, my brother was a rebel teenager and always on the
move, my mother worked long hours to support us. My father was out of the
picture.
About three months after we
moved in, I started to hear quiet noises upstairs whenever I was downstairs. Things
like creaks of footsteps pacing above my head...sometimes the soft sound of an upstairs
door opening, a slow squeaking noise. Gentle "tapping" sounds inside the
walls...but, only when I was alone. My mother's bedroom was across the hall from mine
upstairs. My bedroom ran alongside the staircase; there was a low window at the top
of the stairs. One night, my mother had gone to bed early and I stayed up in my room
reading until about two in the morning. I always stayed up late in that apartment
because I felt like someone was watching me...waiting.
Well, on that particular night, about half an hour after I turned out the lights I was
STILL awake! I slept with my door open, I just always had. My back was to the
door when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand straight up. I didn't
know why, but I knew that if I turned around this night, I would see something... and I
did! When, after much deliberation, I rolled over to face the doorway, I saw
it!
It was the silhouette of a
tall man in a long overcoat...standing in front of the window. At first I thought it was a
real person, it seemed if he had stepped six inches closer I could have seen a face. He
was standing there, watching me...I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I squeezed my eyes
shut and got prepared to holler out for my mom, but when I opened my eyes, it was gone!! I
laid awake until the sun started to come up, just waiting to see if it would appear
again...it didn't and I never saw that image again while in that apartment.
Later, I came to find out that
a man who used to molest his youngest son had lived there...and after him, a man who had
tried to kill his girlfriend had lived there. One of them had to have left that demonic
spirit behind when they left. I felt him that night. I've never been so
terrified since!
