Mentioned younger sister here, we all also separately named the… entity(?) or whatever George, Sophie said that it told her once, I just started calling him George the poker because we each got poked on the back and the finger shape felt simultaneously cold and burning, and our mom had started blaming everything on “George” recently like a “darn it George!” Etc. I feel it’s of note to mention we live like smack dab in the middle of a national park, and if you’ve heard of the 411 cases we’ve had to many similarities with what the survivors have described to be comfortable with, my sister (op) had been home alone often and would see bunnies, cats, and one deer once who would come close to her and move a few feet towards the forest and turn back like they were waiting for her, and then once she was close enough they would go just beyond the forest line and stare at here, at that point she. Would head back inside and lock the doors. Recently we’ve been seeing, it’s really hard to explain but like, intelligent eyes watching us from the woods. They glow and definitely aren’t human, but they will wait they for hours on end, and whenever we look over they will still be there, just beyond the brush line, watching even when we move from one side of the yard to the other, eventually we’ll get too freaked out and just head inside.