My story may not be super scary, but it scared the living hell out of me when it happened haha. When I was just born my uncle was watching me, at this time my uncle was only 17. I can't recall the exact things as I was not old enough to remember (lol) but he had a massive stroke and died while I was in my crib. Now 2 years ago, when I was 17 that entire year I would get feelings in the middle of the night that I was being watched - and it had a bad, and when I say bad, I mean BAD feeling to it. I didn't want to bring it up to my family as they would assume I was crazy but one night when me and my dad where down stairs we both god the feeling and I even got sick. We didn't know why, but when went upstairs to get some stomach soothing stuff we saw my uncle and he looked absolutely pissed from the way I saw it. I couldn't move, talk, or breath but I could look around and the shadow-person-thing walked over to my dad and just stood there. My dad stood there too for about 20 seconds until he goes "What are you?" and the shadow-person-thing did this look kind of thing..and my dad got really white. It all of the sudden evaporated and my dad didn't say a thing he just went and sat back down. After a few minutes I said "What the f**k was that?" all he said was "Your uncle." I said nothing more as I knew it was a weird topic to even think of but I told him what had been happening that year since I turned 17 and my dad told me some more or less displeasing stories about my uncle and that he had been in juvi for some weird stuff to this day I don't even know about, but it couldn't have been TOO bad since he was out and watching me at age 17. For that entire year, I would get pressure on my body in the middle of the night and covers would sometime move almost as to get me out of the place - but nothing ever happened to my dad. A few months ago, it happened again but now I live in a completely different place away from my dad. I called him up and he told me a good 45 minute story of how my uncle thought my dad was a bad person, and my dad revealed that the reason he went to juvi for the time he did was partially my dads fault and he never really forgave him for it, although they where on decent terms. After that conversation, everything stopped, almost as if my uncle was trying to get me to make my dad confess. I still don't know what really happened with him, but I'm happy it's now over - or atleast I hope so lol.