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 into the living room, looking for the black mass. No trace could be found.
It was apparent our house guest was getting more brazen. More and more unexplained things were happening in the house. The attic hatch in the upstairs bedroom no matter how we closed it, would not remain closed, disembodied voices could be heard, and noises eminated from the attic with no source being found. Then finally, I got the scare that seemed to be the turning point. It was late, I was talking to my soon to be sister in law on the phone when suddenly I heard the shelf above my bed give way of its nails and begin its slide down my wall. Reacting to the noise I jumped as quickly as I could to the foot of my bed, turning to face the mess that would have just missed me, but instead I saw the shelf perfectly placed just as it should have been on my wall. I was petrified. There was no mistaking the noise and no way the noise could have come from outside. There were no tree branches to scrape the house, in fact the exterior was brick on that wall. That night I slept downstairs on the couch.
That's when my dad's dreams started. Each night he would see him, the man that stood outside our dining room window watching us. He never spoke but I father said he felt evil all around him. Concerned my mother had the house blessed and moved an Bible open to Psalm 91 in the room and shut the door.
My dad's dreams continued, this time the man spoke. He told my dad to "close the book" he said he was a good spirit and meant us no harm but he was locked in the room, he needed the Bible closed. Angered by the dreams my mother confronted the spirit. Standing at the foot of the stairs she yelled "if you are such a good spirit, that book would not bind you, get out of my house".
A stand had been taken and our house was cleansed. We never heard any loud bangs from the attic nor did anyone watch us through the dining room window and best of all, my dad was having peaceful dreams.