Before my sister was born I would stay awake at night with my mother. My house is built deep in the desert and at the time our small town only had a population of 3,000. One night around 2am my mother and I heard giggles from outside. It sounded like little children laughing and running around the house. We opened the door and found no one there. We heard it again and pulled up the shades to look outside. And what stared back at us were about 10 narrow distorted faces. They all looked like they were screaming but no sound was coming out. Needless to say we both ran from the window and called the police thinking that someone might be outside. The cops came and found no one. As soon as they left we heard the giggling again but this time we didn't dare look out the window.
I would try to sleep in my room at night by myself. One night I woke up (I am about 4) and I saw a black shape sitting on the edge of my bed. It is like it was darker than my dark room. I would say that it is the same size as me. And I knew it was staring at me though I couldn't make out a face. I got scared and pushed it with my hands and I heard it plop over and fall onto the floor. I never ever ever slept in my room again.
When my little sister was born she was in her crib next to my mom's side of the bed. My mom woke up and looked over at my sister and saw three female entities hovering over her. She said that they were trying to grab her. She explains it was like someone was grasping for something in mid-air. My mom was shouting at them to leave. Finally they did after what seemed like forever.
Of course we had the normal tapping and objects being lost and strange noises and cold drafts. But it is the really really scary stuff that I will continue with in my next chapter of my childhood home