When I was 13, my family moved into a new house. We lived there for about three months total.

The first two weeks were fine but around then everybody had a story to tell. My mom felt like she was being watched, my dad had increasing nightmares, my brother and sister felt overwhelming dread in the basement, and I heard scratching in my room as if someone was scratching the ceiling of the basement under my room. That was pretty much it the entire time until the last week and a half we lived there.

My mom decided to take my siblings and I out for a family day. My dad was tired and decided to focus on cleaning the house. When we got there, he was in the front yard completely terrified and refused to go into the house again.

He is a six foot five tall man who looks like a brickhouse and never expressed fear at anything. We moved out about a week and a half later, he refused to step foot in that house. My mom said he wouldn't talk about it and we're not allowed to bring it up around/to him.

He wasn't religious but he is now. So it really makes me question what happened.