Typing this is stirring up emotions but fuck it.. I grew up in an old brownstone house in Brooklyn NY. It was a 2 story with a large squeaky staircase and a creepy basement. The house had a lot of spiritual activity, one day in particular is burned into my memory and still gets to me to this day. It was in the middle if the afternoon, sun was shining, I was running around the house misbehaving with my little brother. I was 8 he was 5. We were playing spies and I was making my way up the stairs. As I’m walking up the stairs I can see the entrance to my bedroom. As I was looking into my room a tall shadow being stepped into the doorway, looked straight at me then went back into my bedroom. It was a dark shadow in the shape of a human, standing upright and walking. It had a wavy quality like I was looking at a heat wave. I was so terrified, I tried to scream but my voice didn’t even come out. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to the living room where the rest of my family was. I was crying hysterically explaining to my mother exactly what I saw. She had me say some prayers and tried to assure me it was gone. I did not want to go back into my own room. I had difficulties falling asleep, I had nightmares about it. The entire experience lasted a few seconds but I replayed it in my head hundreds of times. When I got older and the internet became a thing I looked up shadow beings. It felt good learning about other peoples experiences and I finally felt like I was not alone. I never talk about this incident, but I will never forget.