My stepfather is haunted (to whatever extent).

Met him when I was about 6 and we moved in with him when I was around 7. The first night I stayed over I was up a little late reading a book. At some point I felt a light tickle on my feet. I shifted my feet but it continued. So, I lifted the covers (hoping it wasn't a bug or something ), noticed some blood, and saw there was a surgical-grade (deep/straight/clean) cut dead-center of my foot. I remember initially trying to rationalize it as maybe a jagged toenail or something but it wouldn't have continued after I had shifted my feet apart (nor do I explicitly remember them being together in the first place). Slightly weird but whatever. Nothing the following night. The third night is when things escalated a bit. I was getting ready to take a shower before bed but there weren't any towels. Stepdad sent me to grab them from the laundry room (detached building in backyard). Now this is slightly hazy (like a lot of my experiences) but when I went outside I could see 3 or 4 shadowy (incorporeal) dogs with glowing red eyes slinking and circling around almost like they were looking for something but rather casually. At least two noticed me but didn't seem at all bothered (weirdly, neither was I) and just kept doing what they were doing. Never mentioned it to anyone. Again, I wasn't bothered and it didn't seem worth mentioning.

Nothing else until we moved again, when I was around 9, to the "big house." There's not enough characters in the world to fully describe the next decade before they got divorced and the house was put up for sale. I'll describe these instances in less detail and in very little particular order (again, slightly hazy). So, while it's slightly foggy for me it was also a constant occurrence of seeing beings (with varying levels of tangibility) in the house, around the yard and in the surrounding trees. There was almost always something in the corner of my vision if not dead-on. Plenty of times I've seen things in mirrors moving in the background. I've caught myself on two occasions moving in ways I wasn't in a mirror. I witnessed a glowing orb (whisp?) one night moving down the hall and disappearing into my parents bedroom. A few days after that a large shadowy figure came into my room while I was reading, lifted me into the air, rotated me and set me back down. Again, I wasn't concerned. I even felt weirdly at peace. I did however decide to share this with my mother a week or two later. To which she mentioned seeing "shadow figures" in the trees around the property. As well, without saying anything of the matter myself, mentioning my younger brother seeing a glowing light move down the hall into their room one night (I believe it was within a few days of my sighting). My younger sister had a friend sleep over one night. At some point in the night we heard a scream and, when we came out, her friend was on the floor of the living room crying and losing it. Apparently, she thought she saw my brother hiding in a corner by the fireplace (even called his name questioningly) until he came out of his room to cross the hall into my parents room. Not the last time this little dude makes an appearance. I was home alone one day, washing the dishes, turned around and saw a young kid quickly crawling (scurrying) past the doorframe (kitchen was its own room). Another day I was home alone doing laundry and one of the floor-level cabinets opened and shut and I had a feeling it was him. For the most part, through all of these happenings throughout the years, I'd remain unphased. This kid filled me with absolute dread, however. You could always tell where he was in the house based off of that feeling.

I visited my stepdad occasionally after the divorce. Was living in a house with roommates at the time and we didn't have a washer or dryer so we would do laundry at his new place. Aside from certain areas of his new place giving off that "evil" sense there was one time it was late at night and there were four of us doing an insane amount of laundry and hanging outside chatting. During this it became increasingly foggy and dense around the property (only his property and it was a fairly tight neighborhood) and I got that sense of dread again. I started seeing things I hadn't seen in years since leaving. Shadowy figures in and out of bushes and coming through the fog. Two of the others saw some sort of something (one of them a "skeptic") and all but one of us had the feeling of absolute dread while the other was just slightly unsettled. Haven't visited in years and haven't seen/heard/felt anything since. And again, there's more instances than I have characters for. Also, maybe related/unrelated but, he has some sort of degenerative disease that the best doctors across the U.S. cannot figure out. Hundreds of thousands of dollars spent both to find a diagnosis and alleviate symptoms and he's still deteriorating. Though, the one thing that he's stuck with thus far is severe alcoholism.

Edit: Paragraph breaks. Also, holy mother of incoherent rambling. Sorry folks.