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Posting 2 I guess. One more intense than the other

>Around like 6 or 7 or something
>Around like 8 or 9pm playing shitty early 2000s flash games on my parent's computer in our office room
>Summer in the Pacific northwest so window is open for nice cool moist air
>Computer starts running slow and I start getting pissed off
>Internet goes out and my web browser crashes
>Realize how fucking dark it is outside, start getting kind of creeped out
>Look back at my computer, still trying to load shit
>See and 'feel' a bald man in a suit who has no face or at least no discernable facial features in peripheral vision
>He is staring at me through the window
>Frozen in fear, keep staring at blank computer screen too fucking scared to move
>Eventually slowly get up, keep my eyes away from the window, and go to Walk out of the room
>Tell my parents who are in the living room watching a movie, but leave out the part about him having no face
>They are creeped out and think it's a pedophile or something but eventually chalk it up to child imagination

Next one
>Around 10 or 11 maybe, few years later
>Parents divorced, moved to new state, live with my mom alone
>The way our little guest house thing was set up was a 2 story little 1 bedroom loft thing with a main living area and kitchenette making most of the floorspace
>Below the living area was a garage and laundry room on the first floor
>Mom has sleep paralysis one night
>Freaked the fuck out upon learning that was a thing and the way she described it
>Very traumatic for her, bought some kind of totem thing to keep evil spirits away
>A few days later, wake up in the middle of the night because I need to piss
>The little bedroom I was in was connected to a bathroom by a small hallway that I could see from my bed
>Feel faint purple eyes bore into me
>Whatever those eyes were connected to was fucking tall

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>Same fear response as seeing the man in the window
>Absolutely frozen
>Eventually get too unnerved to continue looking into the eyes, even if it means moving
>Start to get up and go tell my mom
>I slowly back to the door and open to the living area where my mom is sleeping
>Hear fucking banging coming from the garage beneath us
>Fuck dis shit
>Wake my mom up turn the lights on and tell her what I saw
>She is still shaken up on account of her sleep paralysis experience from a week ago and takes it seriously
>Start hearing what sounds like a fucking army trampling up and down the stairs leading to our door from the first floor and banging over and over
>We both sit there holding each other with the lights on waiting for it to stop
>It does eventually stop
>Both stay up all night with the lights on, try to distract ourselves by watching TV and shit
>Never discussed between us again

I'm not sure what the fuck happened and I probably do not want to know. Having never discussed it again with my mom makes the memory really fuzzy and I'm sure there are details I am forgetting. The experience was really fucking terrifying because it was the first time I saw my mom genuinely entertain the idea of scary shit beyond our understanding being responsible for things going on instead of me being a kid and having an active imagination. Very strange and crushing to realize that who you look to for answers and protection can provide neither and you both are just as vulnerable.