He’s not allowed in the basement because it’s a super old house (built in 1932) and I don’t trust the stairs. So I don’t have his opinion for down there. Our laundry is done down there and everytime I’m down there I get seriously overwhelmed with a presence and I keep turning around genuinely expecting someone to be there. I started making my husband stand at the steps because it’s spooked me so bad.

A few months ago, our son was sleeping in his room and he woke up screaming. He told us the man in there was scaring him. I asked him what the man looked like and he said he was on his ceiling and he had no nose and no eyes and creepy fingernails Yeah no. My heart dropped to my ass. He’s slept in the room with us now and hasn’t mentioned him since.

But! He’s extremely scared of the stairs at night to the point of tears so he can’t go up them alone and the light has to be on. I’ve never told him this but I have the exact same feeling and need the light on too when I go up the stairs Every single time I have to run up them because I feel like someone is gonna chase me

My husband says we’re just crazy but having the same feeling about the stairs specifically is confirming it for me. We do know at least one man did die in the house but I’m not sure of his name or any details.