When I was 12 we lived in a 3 bedroom home. It was always cold as soon as you would walk in the house you would get a chilly feeling. I always felt weird being alone in the house. I would tell my mom about the icky feeling she would ignore me. One time I was taking a shower getting ready for school I heard really loud knocks. I thought it was my brother I opened the door the house was dark. His room had the lights off and he was so asleep. I got the chills but I let it go. Then one time I was sleeping I felt someone sit on the side of my bed and rubbing on my leg. It could not have been my mom her room was at the end of the house. She never gets up at night and my brother is a rock when he falls asleep. I was so scared to be in the house after that. Well one time my mom asked if I could sleep with her I said yes even though I don’t like to. Oh my god I still get the chills to this day. There were so many noises in her room. You could hear someone trying to open her closet door, someone kept walking around the bed. My mom was rubbing her feet against mine. I did not open my eyes I just kept them closed as much as I could. Well there are so many other things that happened to my aunt also. The experience in that house was horrible. When we finally moved out I felt a presence at the front window. As much as I tried to not look back I can just feel the energy of someone being there. What ever it was it did not want us there.