Hello!~My name is Jyl Watson. I have a few stories to share. Growing up we lived right next door to my grandparents  house. I stayed there a lot with them and one night when I was about 3 or 4, I saw a skeleton-shaped figure coming  toward me though the window. From then on , I slept in my grandparents room. Years went by and I had forgotten  about the incident, and my grandparents passed away. We used the house for storage. One day as I finished taking  some boxes over there, I felt like someone was watchin me,one of my biggest pet-peeves.I turned to the house, and  to my surprise I saw a man standing in the window of my grandparents house!!!! The only thing was he was opaque. It  freaked me out so much, I ran inside my house and called my mom. Of course my mom didn’t belive me. How could I  make-up a man with a crew cut, blue shirt and glasses? Later my dad told me that when he was little,about 9 or 10,  he was playin outside with a friend, grandma was shopping, and grandpa was in the field. They went inside the house  to get some toys when they heard voices upstairs.They ran out to the field to get my grandpa and he heard it too. He  grabbed his shotgun, and started up the stairs. As soon as they got to the top, it all stopped. They seached and  searched, but there was noone. That really freaked me out. A few weeks later, my then boyfriend knocked at the  door.I had never told him about anything, because he probably would think I was crazy. He looked bad when I opened  the door. I asked him what was up and he told me while he was on the porch smoking(something he did when it  rained) he said he saw a man a descibed everything that I had seen!!! I just recently started going through all the  very old family photos, and I found one that really caught my attention. The same man I had seen years before!!! I  asked who it was, and found out it was my great-grandfather Grant Martin. He had died in the house. With all of that  resoved, I still get other presence in there. Obviously my grandparents, but there's something more and im not sure  what it is. I get feelings about different homes I go into, but I don’t know a lot about those feelings. The house I live  in now there is 1 room that bothers me. One of the original rooms of the house.