When I was in Kindergarten I lived in a trailer park. Aside from the ocassional meth lab or sex offender, there was something much scarier right next to my house. My sisters went to school with this weird kid who got picked on a lot by the jocks. He was sort of gothy so it made him stand out a lot. He was openly a self proclaimed "occultist" and would threaten people who messed with him that he'd curse them or something of the like. My sisters didn't ever pick on him but they also never payed him much mind either. Our mother is a Wiccan so they knew enough about real magic that they concluded that he was just an edgy teenager and not anything serious. At the most he was just a dabbler who got his alleged "spells" off some old crappy websites.
One night I was sleeping in the living room after staying up to watch Inuyasha (hey, don't judge!). Our front door had a little window in it so you could see who was at the front door. I had a horrifying nightmare that night. If you've ever seen the movie MirrorMask it was kinda like that visually speaking. The details of the dream probably aren't important but basically I was wandering around this castle and everybody in it was a.) confused why I was there and b.) were looking for someone they knew who went missing. When I woke up, my eyes started adjusting. There was someone at the door. Looking in at me was a pale faced man with wild black hair and dark markings on his face. He didn't look like the neighbor-kid and he certainly didn't look like anybody I knew. His markings were bizarre but I don't remember exactly what they looked like anymore. If you've seen Black Metal corpsepaint or Black Veil Brides warpaint it looked something akin to that. He looked surprised to see that I was awake. Our mouths both went agape at about the same time. I tried to scream but no noise was coming out of my throat. It looked like he was trying to scream too. I ran off the couch and into my parents room and told them someone was outside the door. We walked into the living room and nobody was out there. I slept in their bed that night and had a horrifying dream about old scholars in the castle's tower being burned alive as a falling star was headed towards them.
Years later I found out that I wasn't the only one who saw the pale man. Both of my sisters and my parents had seen him. Each of them had bizarre nightmares as well while living in that home. Sometimes stuff would fall down unexpectedly or they'd hear a voice from nowhere. I remembered times where something weird would happen and the grown ups would all chalk it up to my imagination. The night I saw him in the door's window was when my mom decided to do a cleansing around the house (forgive me if I'm not using the correct terminology. Our religious views are very separate). They kept this from me as best as they could but got worried when I'd bring him up or drew him. I drew him a lot actually. The kid and his parents moved out around the time I started middle school and the new neighbors claimed to have had supernatural experiences too. When my parents and I moved out of the house around the time I was starting high school my sister moved into the mobile home with her husband and daughter. They began to see him again. They'd hear voices, things would move on their own, and sometimes they'd see him looking in from the windows in the corner of their eye only for him to vanish as they shift their attention. One time my sister thought she saw him running away down the hallway to the back bedroom in the trailer. Mom went over one night for another cleansing and they haven't seen him since. I found out about all of this that night.
I still wonder about that sometimes. Maybe the kid nextdoor was tired of being picked on and wanted something to protect him? Something he couldn't handle? Something he couldn't send back.