My childhood was made for this thread!
When I was a child, I think I was around 6 or 7, it was just me, my mom, and my brother who is 2 years younger than me. We happened to live in the house where my mother’s grandparents lived when my mother was a child. Every night for probably six months I would be visited by this old man who’s name I did not know, and he always had a dog with him. He would just hover above my bed and talk to me, but he would always call me “Carie,” which is my mother’s name.
Every morning I would wake up and tell my mom about my conversations with the old man and I would describe him to the tee, he always wore the same thing ( I can’t remember what it was now).
One day my mother and I were going through old photo albums and I spotted the man that always visited me! With out having any idea who it was I picked out a picture of my mother’s grand father, who to my mother’s account, matched my description perfectly. I was certain that this was the man I’ve been talking to and I was excited to tell him, but he never came around again.
On another occasion, I woke up to what I thought was my mom opening my door and talking to me. But, when my mom really came in to wake me up about an hour later, she was wearing a totally different outfit and denied ever coming in my room that morning to talk to me. I’ve never been able to figure that one out.
All throughout my life I feel as if I’ve been followed my these strange things that I can not explain. When I was a child I thought it was fun but now that I’m older its just really scary. I used to feel safe with these things around me, and now I feel afraid. Especially at night, I always feel as if there’s something big and scary watching me and in my heart I feel terrified. Although I started feeling terrified before this, in the last 5 years I’ve experienced what I think is sleep paralysis a number of times. I don’t see anything scary during this, I just feel an overwhelming pressure over my entire body, along with a suffocating feeling. Usually I struggle to just move my finger tips. I know this sounds crazy, but it feels like something is trying to pull my soul out and push a new one in so I fight it as hard as I can and eventually it just stops and I can move again and I just sit there terrified for the rest of the night with all the lights on. Andddddddddd my happy/funny ghost stories just turned into a terrified rant. Go figure.
TL;DR: Had fun ghost visits as a child from my great grand father that died when my mom was ~8 years old, after he left I got bad visits from terrifying things that I can”t explain. My life is fucked up.
Edit: Just remembered one more thing! After my mom got married (I was 8 years old) we moved to a different house and I would stay up all night because I could hear what sounded like pots and pans banging together and kitchen drawers being gone through. No one else in my house ever heard it, which was strange to me because I was farthest from the kitchen. As a child, I always laid there terrified thinking that maybe someone was breaking into our kitchen…every night. Now that I think about it, that is when the bad things started happening that made me so scared. Just this year my parents bought a new house but kept that house to give to me or my brothers when we want it. I don’t think I’ll be moving back there.