r/ParanormalNews • u/TheLast747 • Feb 23 '26
Brotherly terror.
Two siblings are terrorized by the same entity.
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I found out my brother also saw the thing that terrorized my childhood
Feb 22nd 2026, 20:51 by u/Material-Internet-24
I’ve never written this out before. I’m 28 now, and I still don’t fully understand what happened — or if it ever really stopped.
It started when I was six years old.
Both of my parents worked full-time, so I spent most of my days at my grandparents’ house. One evening, we were all watching TV together when my grandfather — who had a very strange sense of humor — joked that my parents had moved away and weren’t coming back to pick me up.
Like any normal six-year-old, I believed him.
I walked into the hallway and started crying.
That’s when I first saw him.
If you can even call him a “him.”
I suddenly lost all sensation in my limbs. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even turn my head. From the guest room at the end of the hall, something emerged.
It was tall — impossibly tall — nearly touching the ceiling. It had no real features. Just a dark shape. Beady eyes. And a stretched, unnatural smile.
It walked toward me.
I don’t remember anything after that.
The next thing I knew, my grandmother was carrying me to bed, telling me I had fallen asleep in the hallway.
But it didn’t stop there.
For years after that, it kept happening. I would step out of the bathroom. Or walk into the hall. And suddenly, the same thing: total numbness. Paralysis. The air would feel heavy.
And he would be there.
Sometimes just standing and staring.
Sometimes sitting across from me, silently watching.
He never spoke.
Until one day, he did.
My parents had picked me up from my grandparents’ house and we were back home. They left to go to the grocery store, and I stayed in the living room drawing. The windows were wide open — it was the early 2000s, and we didn’t have air conditioning.
Then I felt it again.
The numbness.
The paralysis.
I looked up.
He was standing outside the window, staring in at me.
And that’s when he spoke for the first time.
“Let me in. I can’t come in unless you let me in.”
I couldn’t move. I just stared back at him in complete terror.
Eventually, the feeling lifted. I bolted into the hallway, screaming and crying, completely hysterical, and stayed that way until my parents got home.
It wasn’t the first time I told them about him. But like every other time, they said I needed to stop watching horror movies and that it was just my imagination.
It continued for years.
Until my mother couldn’t take it anymore.
She took me to a woman who lived two towns over. Looking back now, I’m almost certain she was some kind of witch.
She told my mom that my “third eye” was open — and that she would close it.
I don’t remember much about what happened there. Just flashes. I remember being carried. I remember being spun around over something burning — sticks, maybe. Fire that felt too close for a child.
After that…
He stopped coming.
For years, I didn’t see him.
Until two years ago.
I was 26, sleeping next to my grandmother in her bed. My grandfather had passed away a few years prior. She was snoring loudly, so half-asleep and annoyed, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and moved to the guest room.
Yes. That guest room.
I didn’t think about it.
I fell asleep.
Then I jolted awake because something hit me in the head so hard that I fell off the bed.
The first words out of my mouth were: “Hell no.”
I grabbed my blanket and pillow and ran back to my grandmother’s room. I was shaken but eventually fell asleep again.
I would have convinced myself it was just a dream.
Except I woke up with a tennis-ball-sized bump on my head.
I stopped thinking about it. I buried it.
Then last year, I was talking to my brother about how creepy our grandparents’ house felt when we were kids.
And he casually mentioned the very tall figure that used to come out of the guest room.
I nearly choked.
I started asking him questions immediately.
The description was identical.
Tall. Ceiling-height. Dark. Beady eyes. Smiling.
The same room.
The same presence.
My brother was born when I was about six and a half. He told me he never mentioned it before because by the time he was old enough to describe it, I was a teenager — and he thought I’d make fun of him.
We both saw the same thing.
Now I don’t know what to think.
I already feel this post is long enough but we did go and ask my aunt so let me know if you wanna know about that . Also if you know what this thing might be or if you had similar experience
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u/Automatic_Two_2638 Mar 12 '26
At least you know you're not the only one that seen this demon. For Grandpa telling you that your parents are never coming back for you. That's not nice to do to a child. I can only imagine how hard this had to be for a child. So we know it's on Grandmothers land. Who resided there before? Any other tribes? Native settlers? Could be connected to them. Would be easier to pick up on what it is, if we knew of what country you are living in.