My husband and I moved to Denver to stay with his father and his girlfriend. We had a four year old daughter and a year old son, and they had a four year old son a doberman puppy named Cop.. I thought it was strange that Cindy, the girlfriend, wouldn't come out of her bedroom after dark. She gave no reason other than she didn't like it. The house was large, overlooking Red Rocks Park. It had three wings. Bedrooms, living area, dog-run and garage. I never liked going into the dog-run or garage by myself, but thought I was being foolish. In addition, the front door was one of those that had to be forced open and closed because of warping.

One cold November evening, I let Cop out and went back to the living room. Less than 5 minutes later, Cop was sitting at my feet! I asked the others, "Who let Cop in?" Everyone denied letting the dog in. I went around to each door and window in the house and couldn't find a way that the dog got in. I figured I must have let the dog in myself and forgotten.

A few days later, my husband and I were sitting on the hearth, warming our backsides against the chill, when I got poked very hard in the ribs. "Why did you poke me?", I asked him. He denied it and I poked him to show him what it felt like and as I did so, I got poked again! Only this time, I could see both his hands and we were the only ones there.

A week later, I was alone in the house in bright sunshine. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. My body was pressed up against the sink, because I am very short. I heard someone come into the kitchen and move up behind me. It put it's arms around me and I giggled, thinking it was my husband sneaking in for fun and games. It pressed down my front and I looked down, and saw the imprint of hands moving down the front of my body hard enough to deform my flesh. I screamed and ran out of the house. We moved out within two days of that occurrence. Whatever it was, it was not nice and did want to do damage. This isn't the only entity I have felt, but it was the only one that was evil.