Consider it told then. I decided to throw a trigger just in case.

My house was a two story brick house in a fairly average neighborhood. It wasn't the stereotype old creepy Victorian house, and as far as I know, it never had a "history" or anything like that.

However, there were a lot of odd things that went on in that house. Mom, though she never mentioned it until well after we moved, swears she could lie there at night and see small balls of light dart across the room on a frequent basis. That fascinated her more than it scared her. What got her was the attic.

The attic was divided into two small subsections, with an entrance through the ceiling in my room and a walk in door in hers. Both had locks. I don't know my locks very well, but they were of what I call the "bolt action" type because they remind me of bolt action rifles. You had to lift the handle out of its recess, move it, and drop it into the other recess to unlock it. Both locks were new, undamaged, and fit snugly into the portion that locked it. I was forbidden from entering the attic alone, and I never messed with the locks. The only other person in my house was my elderly grandmother, who couldn't walk up the stairs to get to our rooms.

Almost nightly, despite my mom making sure the locks were in place (always telling me she was putting something up in my closet, as that's where my trap door was), the locks would be neatly undone, and the doors slightly ajar. It was like clockwork.

As for what I saw...the most prominent thing I saw was one night while I was getting some water. I was going downstairs to get the glass, when I felt like something was looking at me. I looked to my left to our living room. In the living room was a coffee table. I swear to this day, I saw underneath the table...something. It sounds crazy to try to explain, but it was like an inky black form, darker than the night around it. Form wise, it seemed fluid, as though it was a central, fluid mass with tendrils coming away from it. In the center, two red eyes met mine.

I don't know what this thing was, and I make no claim to know. All I know was this thing absolutely, without question, hated me. It was livid at me for something I had done, though I know not what. It was angry at me, and it hated me. That's all I know. I didn't hang around long enough to get anymore information. I turned and ran. Needless to say, I went to bed thirsty that night.

We moved a few years later when my mom remarried. Nothing like that has happened since. I have no history of sleepwalking and nothing that would cause me to hallucinate or anything like that. I don't expect everyone to believe me, but that is what I saw.