My huband and I moved in to a house in Greeley, Colorado in March of 2009. About a month ago, we were getting ready for bed, turned off the light and the tv, when we heard a noise coming from the dresser that's by the foot of our bed. The dresser has metal handles. It sounded like someone was lifting the handle and letting it drop.

In Greek mythology, a satyr is one of a troop of ithyphallic male companions of Dionysus with horse-like (equine) features, including a horse-tail, horse-like ears, and sometimes a horse-like phallus. Early artistic representations sometimes include horse-like legs, but in 6th-century BCblack-figure pottery human legs are the most common. In Roman Mythology there is a concept similar to satyrs with goat-like features, the faun being half-man, half-goat. Greek-speaking Romans often used the Greek term saturos when referring to the Latin faunus, and eventually syncretized the two. The female "Satyresses" were a late invention of poets — that roamed the woods and mountains. In myths they are often associated with pipe-playing.

I am both open minded and skeptical. I think there is so much fake stuff out there that its hard to pick out threads of fact or perceived reality from fantasy and conjecture. There have been a few occasions of what are or seem like paranormal events in my life. I have a few stories, and I think most people have at least one thing that they keep. They are often intended only for us. This particular event definitely caused me to change my at times cold and aetheistic view of reality. In fact, it seems that when I slip into this frame of mind at points in my life, it is then that some little thing pops up to flip me out and say: this is not all that there is.

November of 2013 up to now, Dunedin, Florida. After three months of weird stuff going on, I started to research it. First of all, I don't believe in ghosts or the devil and I am not religious. I sway to the Buddha and Hindu beliefs, but practice only being the best person I can be. My point is, I am simple and level-headed.

This incident took place at my now old house in Connecticut in the middle of winter, 2010. I was about 17 years old. My parents go out to eat every Friday and this Friday was no different. I usually tag along, but I just bought a new game for my Xbox and wanted to stay home and chat with my friends and play my new game.