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Our house was typical, aside from its interesting architectural features, it was a typical three bedroom 2.5 bath home located on a small cul-de-sac. It was the product of the oil boom and a remnant of the subsequent bust. My parents lucked into it as property after property fell into foreclosure. June of 1986 was when the house officially became ours. We were the first to ever live in the home, having been vacant since its construction in 1983. The first few years in the home were quiet but it wouldn't remain that way.

About 3 years had passed when we first began to notice our visitor. Never face to face, only visible in our peripheral vision, leaving us to wonder was he figment or was he real. We noticed him most as we sat to watch tv, always standing outside, looking into the house from the dining room window, watching us as we went about our daily lives. His face was never visible, but his red shirt, flannel in appearance was always clear. At first I blew it off as a trickery of light, but later my boyfriend asked about our watcher claiming to have seen him as well. His discription fit with what we had all been seeing.

We felt no threat by his presence and just went about our daily lives, but soon it became apparent that our visitor wanted us to be more aware of his presence. My cousin was in town visiting with his girlfriend. She, my mother and I were in the kitchen preparing a late dinner talking about Taiwan as that was where his girlfriend was from. My cousin was upstairs cleaning up in preparation for dinner. As we talked I turned the conversation to my cousin, "Right, Mark?" I asked as I had just seen him walk into the dining room. His girlfriend turned to me and said "he's still upstairs", my mother then replied back "no I just saw him walk into the dining room." "I just saw him walk in there too", I replied. Stunned and baffled we all watched as Mark came down the stairs having been upstairs the entire time.

It was just a few days later, that I was helping prepare dinner that I saw it again, whatever it was. Standing in front of the stove, I saw through the corner of my eye, a black mass approximately six to eight feet long and three feet wide and its widest point, glide along the ceiling. As I saw it enter into the dining room, I turned to watch it continue its way along the ceiling making the turn from the dining room into the kitchen. I dropped the fork I was using with a clatter, ushering my mother out of her bedroom. She found me looking awestruck

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