I've been going to this site for a while now and just got around to publishing my story. I hope you enjoy it and can tell me what happened during this time of my life. So now, I'll begin my story.
My parents are separated. But they weren't always. They separated when I was about eight, and due to this my mother moved to a new house. My dad is still great, he always treated me nice. My mom moved to a completely new neighborhood. My dad's house was built in 1956 in a somewhat rough neighborhood, so not exactly a setting for a creepy ghost story, but something did happen here.
My experiences happened when I was young and I can still remember them very clearly. I'm not sure of my exact age, but I believe these happened from the span from when I was about three to seven. I had three experiences there, and would commonly have recurring dreams. These all happened in my bedroom. I know I wasn't dreaming.
The first was when I was laying alone in bed. It was dark and shadowy, but I was still awake. I saw something start to move on the wall and got scared. It was a shadow. The shadow of a girl. She almost have the figure of the Wendy's girl from the fast-food restaraunt. She was a girl, and had two pigtails. She would from one wall to another, ocassionaly giggling. This went on for a few minutes. Naturally, I got scared and hid under my covers. I fell asleep under them.
The next experience happened to my Shrek doll, from the movie. I had him lying right next to me, so this made it worse. I was laying in bed, and looked over at him. And what I say scared me horribly. His eyes were moving. They would look back at me, into the hallway connecting the rooms, and back at me. I screamed for mom, and she came in there to cool me down. She slept with me because I was so scared. I looked back at him and he was still looking around, but I knew mom was there.
The last experience wasn't too scary. In fact, I found it amusing. I was in bed again. I looked over at my wall, and there were tiny people on it. They children, accompanied by a teacher. They were loading onto a school bus while the teacher waited. Once everyone was on, they drove away on my wall and then they were off it. They were small and animated, with black beady eyes like a developing fetus. The teacher wore red pants and a blue polo. I was curious and amused, so I didn't intervene and was not scared.
I also had to reacurring dreams, when I stayed in another room. These happened during the same period. I would always dream about zombie-like, deformed people breaking into my room. There were always three of them all, men. They would scare me and point at me. Another was when I would be dreaming, but that I was in bed. Several animals would be watching over me, including owls and snakes, and would communicate with each other.
I asked to move rooms several times, but that was the last thing they could give me. I have several other experiences in which my mom told me about happened to me as a baby, which I will most likely share in another story. I had a few experiences afterwards in which I would be in my toy-room and sounds would be heard, including the toys shifting in the toy-box.
They all stopped after I moved, and I have been in that house again with nothing happening. I have even slept in the same room. I asked about this on an answers site with being told my perception of reality was not grasped yet, and I have also heard children are more sensitive. I would like to know more about what this was and why it happened. What was I experiencing? Why? General advice, opinions, etc. Would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks for reading my story.