My family and I moved around a lot when I was a child, this was not due to the part of paranormal events that may or may not have taken place in our family's lifetime, as my stepfather was a huge sceptic and would rather be swallowed by the void then to admit there was a haunting. It was kind of interesting to have moved so much, I got to see a lot of places, go to a lot of schools, meet a lot of friends and of course, live in a lot of houses. Not once did I ever live in an apartment until I moved out on my own.
So around the mid 90's we had moved to a new home just a block away from my new school. The house was small, but it was perfect for our family, 3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, kitchen, basement and a family room. Out of everyone I had the biggest room, I lucked out because for some weird reason that room had been wall papered in a Super Mario Bros. Vinyl wall paper with glowing star decals. My Mom had no intention of sleeping in a room like that and yielded the room to me, even though my stepfather insisted we just replace the wall paper. He was pretty pissed off a child had what was essentially the master bedroom.
During that time there, some odd instances happened; I can neither confirm nor deny if these were paranormal, but I will tell you this, it never happened again after I loved out of that house...
From time to time I would sleep walk out of my room and go to sleep on the bathroom floor. I would wake up shivering on the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom. Most times this happened it was around 3:30 in the morning. I was having constant nightmares; I would have horrible, terrible constant nightmares all night, at least 3 or 4 times a week. These nights were the worst as I could never get enough sleep for school the next day and it gravely affected my school work.
While still awake in my room, on occasion I would hear loud, horrible growling as if it was coming out of the middle of my room, sometimes the bed would also vibrate when this happened. It usually happened later at night around 10:00PM or 11:00PM.
I saw at least one blue-ish, grey full body apparition at the foot of my bed. It had been standing at the base of my bed and just stared at me. It reminded me of my Mother and I felt no fear and simply looked at it for a while and went to sleep.
My Mother chalked it up to childhood stress having to move so much and having an abusive stepfather. It wouldn't be until I was 17 or 18 that my Mother admitted that a lot of the places we stayed at were haunted and that she simply denied these ideas to us as children so we didn't have to "deal" with the idea of being haunted.
So was it simply the result of a shaky, unstable childhood or was it the grumblings of a spirit still on our physical plane of existence? You can be the judge, even I am unsure of the truth behind it.