We (my mom, dad, and two brothers) where living in a brown house on the corner of "C" and Booth streets. It is a two story house with the top floor being a converted loft. The loft had been chaged into two bedrooms (mine and my older brother Tim's), a small unfinished storage room (with one of those miniature doors), and a landing (serving as my little brothers room) which connected all three rooms two the stares.

One night I was awakened Tim shacking me frantically. The moment I saw his face I knew he was genuinely afraid of something. He told me that his bedroom wall was ticking at him. I laugh not exactly knowing what he meant by ticking. So, I followed him to his room and listened to the wall. I didn't hear anything. I told Tim was hearing things and went back to bed.

Two nights later, I was awakened by an uneasy feeling. I felt like I was being watched. My bed was positioned in the upper left corner of my room with my feet toward the door. When I woke up I was laying on my stomach and out of fear stayed that way. I slowly looked back over my right shoulder, scanning my room as I did. Seeing nothing I just laid there staring. I hadn't moved (except for my head), I was in a cold sweat, and I was having trouble drawing a breath. I could just feel evil emanating from somewhere. It was thicker than imagined evil, the only thing I could say is it was real.

Then, after staring at the door way for what seems like an eternity, an image appeared. It was like a tall man was standing in my door way, but all the feature where gone. Which is impossible because the light from my window lit the whole area. It was like a shadow only three dimensional. All I could do was sit there and stare at it. It didn't move nor look like it was breathing. It just stood there like a statue. Then it dematerialized, And the feeling intensified then was gone.

I laid there for a second and caught my breath. I thought it might have been Tim or dad and that I had imagined the sense of evil and the materializing and dematerializing. So I cautiously crept to my door way. My little brother was sleeping peacefully so I checked on Tim. His door was shut all but a crack, and when I pushed it open it creaked (one reason I ruled out Tim). He some times pretends to be a! sleep but I was sure he was definitely asleep. The other reason although Tim is tall he wasn't as tall as what ever it was. Well, when I went down stares I founded out that mom and dad where, uhh?, involved. Ruling out dad.

The next morning no body believed my story. Then the next night a friend (Bobby) spent the night (It was summer so thankfully there was no school). We rented a game and stayed up playing it it Tim's room. About two o'clock in the morning we started hearing a tapping sound coming from the outside wall. Bobby asked what it was and Tim told me it was the noise he'd heard. It was like someone tapping there fingers on a desk or a fast drum beat. It was just loud enough to hear and it was concentrated with in a one foot area on the wall. There was no music out side, mom and dad where asleep, and it wasn't a sound a mouse would make.

The last incident happened the next night. We had just gone to bed but my little brothers light was still on. Sometimes he would stay up and play in bed until mom came and tucked him in. I remember hearing woosh,woosh,bang and then my little brother screamed and started crying. When I got to my door way Tim had gotten to his. Rob (my little brother)was sitting on his bed mumbling incoherently and pointing at the little door leading to the storage room. Just then mom came up the stares and accusingly asked what Tim and I had done (we'd pulled a couple scare pranks on Rob before). We both shrugged and said we didn't do anything. After mom got Rob settled down enough to talk straight, He told us that the little door came open and slammed shut. Well, the carpet in front of the door make the door hard to open so we already knew it wasn't the wind. So in mom's eyes that left Tim and I. And Rob even told her it wasn't us. And I know it wasn't time because we both arrived at our !

doors at the same time. And it wasn't Rob because he was so terrified of the small spider web infested place to go in there let alone open the door. But the door had to be "physically" opened and shut. Also, the time between the two wooshing sounds (which where made by the door against the carpet) and the slam was spaced like somebody came in or out and then shut the door behind them. Rob swears that he saw the door open and shut without any help that he could see.

Over the next few weeks the "tapping" occurred frequently in various spots in Tim's room, twice against the storage room side of Rob's room and once on the right outside wall of my room. We got mom to come up during one of the "tapings" in Tim's room, but he said it stopped when mom and I got to the top of the stares. And unfortunately it's not loud enough to be heard at the top of the stares. About ten seconds after she left it started again. I'd also like to state that the tapping sounded like it came from inside the room against the wall. It didn't sound like it was in the wall.

Tim and I also heard a strange male type laugh one night but we're not sure if it came from with in the house or outside (although we're sure it wasn't dad). Finally it just stopped happening All this is true and happened to us roughly nine years ago. I can still see the thing in my door way in my mined, and once or twice I've awoken to stare at my door way (even though we moved out of that house along time ago).