soo, i am 13 years old right now, and i have a little sister who is 6. i live in PA, on the border line of allentown and lower macungie. a lot of the houses in the area are old, but not too old. my house actually does not have any haunting past though... anyway...

my bedroom, which is currently my sisters right now, would scare the creeps out of me. i would sit on my bet and read and i would feel someone standing at my closet staring at me. and i would try to get up and leave to go downstairs, and i would feel as though i wasnt able to then pass through the doorway. so i would just go back to my bed and pretend to be asleep for a bit hoping for some reason it'd go away (i was 8ish at the time). but it wouldn't. the only time i felt i would actually be able to leave was when someone else was on the 2nd floor with me. so i would often end up claling my brother up to help me out of my room so i could go to the bathroom or something(x

allllso, i would be sleeping and i would wake up in the middle of the night, always around the time of 3am, and i would feel somehting right next to me, or at my closet again. and then i would not be able to go back to sleep at all. i would just be in a daze for the rest of the night. this would happen every other night. i kept track using my hellokitty calender(:

when my sister turned 4 my mom made me and her switch bed rooms because i was outgrowing mine [it was pink with unicorn wallpaper]. so my little sister got the room. instead of being happy, i down right dreaded it. i did not want my new baby sister to get that room. but after 3 weeks, absolutly nothing happened to her. she slept sound and she was estatic to have her very own room with her new 'big girl bed'. but then, after those 3 weeks, i would start waking up again. not because of something in my new bedroom... but because of something apparently in my sisters. i would hear her crying and sceaming for someone, she would sceam help iisa help ! i never understood why she would scream for me though, she never screamed for my parents. and so at 3am i would run down the hall to her room, to find her alllll the way in the corner of her bed, curled into a balll and crying. i would say what is wrong brianna !? and all she could do is point to her closet and keep crying.

the strangest part of this was that at first this would only happen everyother night, as what would happen to me. even stranger was that my parents were completely oblivious to this, they never heard her crying, unless it was for them. eventually after a month it slowed to only once or twice a week. she would still wake and scream for me. and then i would run over to her, and lay with her for a while until she calmed down and slowly went to sleep. and then i would lay there for a tiny bit more, and just stare at her closet. looking for some sign of what ever was there to show itself at all. but it wouldn't.

3 months had past. and i awoke to hear my sister literally wailing for me, and i knew for something this was different. it scared me half to death, my heart was being 203983859 beats a second. i got up and tried to run out my door, but for some reason it seemed like there was a force or something keeping me in my room. i finally got through my door and i felt as though i walked through a massive spiderweb. and started speed walking a bit, i took 3 steps and i tripped onto the floor, as if i just tripped over someone's foot. i pulled myself up. but when i got to my sisters door for some reason it was locked. her door was never locked. i tried to open it, thank god the house makers made her door wrong because, even if its locked, you can give it a hard push and it opens. i walk in and my sister is on her bed stunned, she wasn't even crying anymore. i asked her what happend and she refused to talk. so i picked her up and started walking back to the door, when a picture of me and her that was on the dresser just fell to the floor, and i was no where near it. this scared the living shit out of me and i just ran with her out the room.

i actually did get to kind of see what this thing was though, one day when i slept with my sister [we were pretening to be camping] i awoke to see a slim black figure about 5 foot maybe 11 inches tall, just next to her closet. (i can tell because i, myself am 5 foot 7, so it wasnt that hard to tell the height)

i will always remember that day like it was yesterday.

this thing went on for about 5 months. my sister tends to get really bad nightmares since and she forgets them in the morning, but other than that she's perfectly fine with her room. i thank god to this very day that she does not remember those horrible days and that she doesn't wake up at all anymore. i try to pray for her, and nothing like that has ever happened since.

i really do hope you believe me. if you don't, them i am sorry to hear that...