I have a few stories.

1.) I've told the one when I talked to the guy from the D.I.A before and he basically broke it down to me that America has a massive labyrinth of nationwide tunnels used for transporting military gear and some of these take 8-minute elevator rides down to the earth to access them. What's creepy to me is thinking about what is down there. The D.U.M.Bs are declassified; every other conspiracy theory about it is basically bullshit so it's nothing van-visit worthy but still, spooky stuff.

2.) Secondly is when I was 11 years old. My father and I were sitting together as I was watching him play Everquest on the computer. I go to the kitchen to grab a drink and there is just this massive, shadowy figure sitting on the steps.

You couldn't make out any facial features; but he had short hair, was wearing some sort of puffy jacket and was just staring down at the kitchen floor. Kitchen itself was pitch-black; some cast-off light from the monitor in the living room but the figure on the two-step stairs in the kitchen was even darker like wet ink on black paper.

Said "Hey dad, is Andy over?" (dad's brother/my step-uncle) and he turned around, saw it; asked it "hello?" a few times before flipping on the lights. As soon as the lights came on the figure disappeared entirely as if it went with the light. Never saw anything like that again; would've dismissed it as bullshit if my dad didn't see it too.

3.) We got a pitbull a bit later on, only lived in that house for a bit longer after that. Pitbull used to go over to that same staircase and just sit and stare at it. She's a super friendly dog, was the same position she did when she was waiting for pets. The most unbelievable part of the entire "tale" is that when we came home on the last four days we were moving out our entire dining room chair-set (I say set but it was 3 scavenged road-side chairs) was stacked on top of each other and all the meat in our freezer was gone. For some reason, my mother's jewelry was put into the freezer. Nothing was missing other than meat. We were all out of the house and no one else had the key AND lived on a second story.

We still joke about it to this day even though none of us have any fucking idea what happened. My dad said a crazy came, took our meat, hid our jewelry and left after stacking our chairs. Honestly seems more believable than ghosts, but we didn't have any cameras. This "activity" was never regular at all. We could go months without seeing or feeling anything.

And no, I don't have schizophrenia. We also had carbon monoxide detectors.