When I was about 11 I was outside playing for a while but then I came into my house to use the restroom. Everyone was still outside enjoying the nice summer day. As I was walking through my long dark hallway to get to the bathroom something pulled my hair from behind me, a very stern tug. I turned around and yelled my brothers name as I thought it was he who did it. But then I realized I was the only one in the house at the time, or so I thought. I have always known that my family wasn't the only one living at that house I knew there was a spirit there, and not a friendly one I would stay up for long amounts of time because I knew the spirit was there, watching me. I could hear it moving around near me, I was always terrified at that house because of the spirit. I just never knew it was actually going to do something to me. So I was very shocked as I turned around to see nothing there, but I could feel the presence and I was always terrified walking through that hallway because I knew that one day it would do something again when no one was there.