I don't remember this happening as I was only three and a half years old. This story is what my parents have told me happened and they would never ever lie to me.
I, my mum and my dad were living in a small house in Scarborough, north Yorkshire. The house wasn't very old and to my mums knowledge nobody had ever died in the house.
My mum had had many strange experiences in the house, things disappearing and then reappearing weeks sometimes months later, cold spots, feelings of being watched, doors opening and slamming shut on there own with all windows and doors closed in the house so there was no breeze running through the house to cause this to happen.
She would put me to bed and every night without fail I would come running back downstairs in an irritated and upset state, saying to her that the boy that lives under my bed won't let me go to sleep and he's scaring me. My mum would calm me down and tell me to tell him to go away and eventually she would get me back to sleep.
My dad was at work most of the time and had never experienced anything out of the ordinary. And being a skeptic towards anything remotely paranormal he wouldn't believe anything my mum would tell him was happening in the house while he was at work. He just thought my mum was stressed and over tired looking after me all day and night. But soon my dad was going to get the shock of his life that would change his entire perspective of the world as he knew it.
One night my dad was off work and was in bed trying to catch up on some sleep. My mum had put me to bed and the usual had happened and I had gone back downstairs because the little boy was scaring me again.
My dad was woken up by sounds coming from my bedroom and got out of bed to tell me to stop messing around and go back to sleep. He said he went into my bedroom and saw a little boy underneath my bed, still being half asleep he thought it was me messing about under the bed, he shouted at the little boy and told him to get back in bed and go to sleep. He then went downstairs to see my mum, opened the door and sees me sitting there on my mums lap!
My mum said his face just went pure white and he just stood there for a minute or so looking at us with a look of confusion and shock on his face.
It took him three days to finally tell my mum what had shook him up so much that night. Needless to say he is now a believer.