I also never cared to be alone in the family room of my parents house. We moved there when I was 15 and even 15 years later I will not look into that room as I come down the stairs. There is a huge mirror on the wall in the family room that reflects the back deck and one night I did glance over at the mirror as I was coming down the stairs and I swear for a split second I saw a middle aged man in a gray suit standing by the sliding glass doors. Inside the room. 
