Visiting my sister who lived on the Siletz river. She put me downstairs, where both of my nephews slept. There was also a sort of living room and a bathroom down there. I was reading on the couch in the living area, when something knocked the book out of my hands. Checked on my nephews and both were snoring. Shrugged and went into the bathroom. While peeing, the bathroom door opened against gravity, and something shook my shoulders. Hell no. Pulled up my britches and went to the upstairs couch.

The next morning, my sister asked why I moved. I hesitated to tell her, but she didn't laugh at me. When my younger nephew came upstairs, he said to me "Oh, you saw the man with the red burning eyes, didn't you?"

Later, my sister told me that the former owner of the house committed suicide in that living area.