This is a true story that happened in the 1950's. When my dad was a kid he lived in this old house in Sandusky. Nobody else lived around them and they had no animals anywhere near them. There were many creepy things that happened to them in that house. For instance, when my aunt was sleeping in her room with the door closed, the covers would be pulled off her almost every night. There was always a cold spot in front of the attic door, even if it was warm outside, it was always cold there. When you were going to the bathroom, you felt as if someone else was in the room with you. Lights would flicker on and off in the house, things would lift up and drop on the floor, shattering into a million pieces, and several things would dissapear. They couldn't explain it.
But one night after the family had gone to bed something rather strange happened. They were all laying in bed when all of a sudden they heard a noise, that sounded like an animal, was running up the stairs. Quickly they ran to see what it was, but there was nothing there. They searched the house, all the doors and windows were locked and there was no way anything could have gotten into the house. My grandma called to my grandpa downstairs to come up by the attic door because she wanted to show him something. When he reached the top he looked at the door. There were huge claw marks all over the door and the numbers 666 had been scratched on the it. Nobody knew how it got there. Could it have been the devil? Who knows? Whenever I would go to my grandparents house, I would have a really strange feeling, like someone was watching me, and I would never ever go upstairs.