I don’t even know how to start this. I’ve been putting off writing it down for like two years because every time I try I just stop.
So we moved into this house in 2019. Old place, 1940s I think. Nothing felt wrong at first. My daughter was four at the time. About three weeks in she starts talking about “the tall man who stands in the hallway.” I asked her what she meant and she just pointed. The hallway that connects the bedrooms. She said he stands there at night and watches her door.
I thought — okay, kid stuff. Imaginary friend. Whatever.
Then one night around 2am I get up to use the bathroom. And I see it. I don’t even want to call it a man because I don’t actually know what it was. It was tall — like way too tall, almost touching the ceiling — and dark, not like wearing dark clothes, but like the shape itself had no light coming off it at all. It wasn’t moving. It was just standing there at the end of the hall facing my daughter’s room.
I froze. I don’t know for how long. Maybe five seconds. Maybe thirty. And then it was just gone. Not like it walked away. It was there and then it wasn’t.
I didn’t sleep. I sat on the bathroom floor until sunrise.
We moved eight months later. I told my husband it was because of mold.
I have never told anyone the real reason.
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