My little sister {who was 5 at the time} had woken up from a bad dream. Enough so she was crying and screaming.

We shared a room and i woke up turned on the lights and pulled her onto my lap to comfort her. She was freakin out and she looked twards the door and said "Eli, go get Mom and Daddy!" Eli is her older brother, my younger. I looked up thinking he might have ben woken by her crying and come to help, as he as always been a realy sweet kid that way. There was a outline of a person in the doorway, about the same size as Eli, so I said "Eli, can you go get Mom?" It didnt move so I got a little mad and raised my voice. "Eli! Get mom now! She is scared." It was then that I realised that it wasn't my little brother. I looked to Rachel and then back up to the door and it was gone. It was then that I grabed Rachel and ran to our parents room. Eli had been asleep through the whole thing.

I never told my parents and Rachel doesnt remember it, but I know what it was. It was a demon, the same one most likely who gave her the bad dream. He stuck around to enjoy his work. I know this it a fact because when we first moved in there was a 3 foot tall cloaked figure who would come into my room and give me bad dreams. My parents finaly had him removed but my home has always been a hot spot for demons. I think it is because both me and my Dad are sensitive to supernatual events.