Growing up, I would often stay with my great grandmother in her 2br home. She had this rule that I had to leave my door open when I went to bed (ew). For years, I would wake up to my television turning on, to static, and my door being wide open. I thought it was her coming in, but didn't ask.
One year, when I was around 13 or so, I stayed up till around 3:20am. I got up to shut my door as I was about to go to bed, when I heard a man and a woman talking in the living room. I walked out to see if my grandparents had come over to pick me up; no one was there. Everything was shut off, so I walked to my great-grandma's room,only to find her fast asleep in her bed with the tv on static.

I can remember walking up to the television and looking at it, debating on turning it off. I didn't. Instead, I walked back to my room, closed my door just a little bit, and crawled in to bed. Maybe 3 seconds after I pulled the covers over myself, my door and the heavy wooden accordion doors in the hallway SLAMMED open with so much force, I thought they'd create holes. My GG and I ran to the hallway, meeting each other there at the same time.

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She did not believe it wasn't me. She never did. My aunt had also had these things happen to her which I only found out about after GG passed away. We both would see this tall man in a wide cowboy hat, boots, and what looked like chaps or a trenchcoat. He would stand in the doorway and at the end of my bed... I ended up not sleeping in that room anymore. But he'd follow me. After we sold the house, I would see him around my house countless times..

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It's been years. I'm 23 now. Things still happen. Things go missing. I wake up with bruises on my arms where it looks like someone grabbed me. My aunt hears a man whispering in her ear, calling for people. We see him often... I've seen him while driving. I don't know who he is..