Aggressive male spirit who lived with me.

I don't have alot of description about what he looked like but my ex (who i will call A) had a small poor family, her great grandfather built the house she lived in. Her room was right above the shop.

I was told that every woman in the house would see him but the men never would. He was taller, wore a hat and would appear in all black clothes. He spent most of his time walking near or in his shop. Anytime we were in A's room, we would hear the chair scraping on the ground or tools bumping around. Even when no one was home. Anytime I stayed at her house, I would wake up with giant hand shaped bruises on my legs (the only men in the house were at work all the time, or was her younger brother who's hands were barely bigger than my own. 

After a while, at sleepover we would see him. A and I would wake up late at night together to see the man standing at the top of the stairs to her room. Watch him go downstairs and close her door again. 

He had really heavy foot steps.

Flash forward, we broke up but stayed friends. 

I had moved into a new house and my room was in the garage. I had some cabinents in there with big lips ontop of them so nothing could fall off. First was a painting of my cat, was thrown across the room. I shook it off and fixed the glass, luckily my parents had one the same size. A few weeks later a full mcdonalds cup fell off and spilled everywhere. Multiple things went missing within the time i lived there.

Eventually my Best friend (W) started spending the night, and she would often wakeup in a cold sweat, a man standing in the door shaking his head. She would also wake up the next day, with large hand bruises on her legs, stomach and neck. The only man in my house is my dad, a man who got backed into the corner by W's cat, a small orange cat who was afraid of the laser pointer. He would never hurt either of us and cared for even my best friend as his own. 

One time W woke up after I left for school (I was still in highschool while she went to the college program I joined a year later) It was around 12 noon, and she couldnt move but she felt someones hand on her back. It felt like he was stabbing her, She could see him too, her head was turned. 

That was when I had a bunk bed, and one time I was sleeping on the top bunk, and my parents were out of town. I kept all the doors locked, even my roomdoor that led to the backyard.  

I saw and heard someone walk into my room from the garage, put their hands on me and shake me, saying "Necro, you need to wake up right now, please wake up. Come on wake up" It was a man, i felt and saw him also walk out. I assumed my parents got back early so I went inside, to see how their trip went. 

No one was home.

I moved out of there soon, but I still see him sometimes. but I havent had any physical encounters since.