
You're just disgusting, yells the man pacing back and forth between the darkened bedroom and bathroom. I hate you, you coward.
He's not speaking to anyone in the room, but to everything, the walls.
Show yourself.
The man, a 20-year-old named Michael, has seen it countless times over the past five years. A 6-foot-tall shadow man, he and his family call the intruder.
The figure walks down the stairs and stands there, staring down a hallway at Michael sitting in the living room.
It's not out of the corner of my eye anymore, said Michael earlier that night. He sees me and stands there for three to four seconds, then goes back upstairs.
His mom has seen it in her bedroom more than anywhere else. But she doesn't want the word getting out that she sees ghosts. That's a stigma she doesn't want wrapped around her family.
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