I am quite new to this site, although I have been reading the stories on it for quite some time. I thought I would share this story with you as it is something which I have always remembered my mum telling me.
Whilst I have never had a ghostly encounter myself, I have always been interested in the paranormal ever since I was a little girl. My mum had always seemed to have an interest as well, and we always watch things like Ghost Hunters and Most Haunted together (when my dad isn't home - he thinks its all a load of rubbish!).
A few months ago I was sitting with my mother watching one of these shows and we were sharing a bottle of wine. After a few glasses she asked me if I had ever had any experiences and I told her no. Well, the wine must have given her a little confidence because after I asked her the same question back, she told me something that made my blood curdle - and my mother isn't one for tall tales, nor is she one to want to tell me a story just to scare me. In fact, she had deliberately kept this from me so as not to scare me.
When she lived with my grandparents, before she met my dad, every night she was visited by some sort of ghost/demon who would slap her in the face, whisper in her ear, knock on the window and rip the bedsheets from her. This terrified her to no end. It was only when she married and moved in with my dad that it all stopped.
This freaked me out because as a child I would always be too scared to enter her old room. I would always insist on sleeping with my gran while my grandad slept in the spare room. Maybe as I child I could sense the evil?
On a different note, I am moving in with my boyfriend shortly and I can sense that there may be something there. I slept there the other night and heard a series of loud cracks in the night - the floorboards settling or something else... I will certainly keep you posted!