Okay, scrollers, come on in for a good, eerie read. This happened when I was about 9-10 at my childhood home. This was the day I learned that negative people get fed on by negative, even evil, things. So, my mom and dad were in the midst of a divorce - dad wasn't as holy as he made himself appear. Cheating, lying, and other horrible slew of things I hate to mention on here. Anyways, we as kids didn't really know what was happening at the time. These were on different days not too far apart from each other. Encounter 1 - I was just coming home from playing with some kids on the street, it was sunset, yet it was early enough that it wasn't dark yet. As my mom opened the door, over her shoulder, I saw what I could best describe as a "3D shadow figure" of a man step out from my hallway bathroom and walk into my room. It wasn't like a shadow on the wall (like peter pan's shadow), it was like a person that was made out of shadow, opacity brought to about 30%, walking straight to my room. I told my mom if anyone else was home, she said no. I began to search the closet and under the bed to confirm this. There wasn't anyone. I slept with the lights on that night. Encounter 2 - I woke up around 2 am. At that time, I slept with the door open and the nightlight on. My bed was facing the door and the door led to the dark hallway, looking back, this was super scary know thinking as an adult. Right there, in the door threshold, was my sister dressed in her pajamas. She was just staring at me. I thought she was being annoying so I asked her "what?" in a cranky brother tone. She pointed towards my brother's bed on the other side of the room, in which he was at a sleepover, and she said "twin brother." Then I did that movie scene thing where you turn your head to see what they were pointing and then turn back. Gone. She was gone, not even a noise walking back to her room. Agitated, I got up and went to her room in the dark. As I opened her door, she was heavily asleep. No evidence of her waking up, the blankets were snug on her. I merely just thought I was half asleep and called it that. That night, I slept with the room lights on and the door shut tightly. Encounter 3 - I was on my mom's bed as I was playing my Nintendo DS. It was nighttime, only me and Mario Kart. The volume was all the way up. I started to hear rustling in my mom's bathroom. The door was cracked open. So I shut the DS and stared at it for a bit, thinking it was a rat. Then I heard an eerily human whisper. The best way I can describe it is that it sounds like Parsel tongue from Harry Potter. The language Harry made when speaking to snakes. I ran out of the room with a racing heartbeat. Never have I ever gone back at night, alone, in that room. After my dad left, the energy went as well. There are no more sightings, no more sounds. I asked my other family members if they seen things or heard noises, only my little sister has. I'll have to share her story another time, something about a shadow baby climbing up her bed. Hope you weren't reading this at night. I concluded that evil does follow negative energy. Thanks for reading! Also, thanks to the Belief Hole podcast that mentioned this website. If you like to hear about creepy tales from people, definitely give that podcast a listen.