This took place at my home around 10 years ago. I don't think about it much anymore but at the time, I was fairly confused. I am a light sleeper, get awoken by the slightest noise, although back then I can't say whether I was or not: can't remember to be honest. Don't remember the day nor going to bed that night nor anything else until the following few hours. I remember me clutching my teddy in the middle of our lengthy back garden in the dark and my mother walking up to me asking what I was doing standing there at that time of night.
I was so confused, I cried. And at that moment, I remember me racing downstairs, teddy under arm but nothing after that. I must of been standing there for ages and my feet were wet from the grass. I don't know why my teddy was with me. I do still keep teddies on my bed even now but as for carrying them around with me that all stopped when I was a kid. It just got to me as I never ever sleep walked and wasn't I fully awake running down the stairs? I don't understand it. Also this never happened again.
As the counter hasn't yet reached it's minimum, I'll also tell you of another experience I had. It's different but took place in the same area-my house.
To start off my dad's a bit of a joker, he'll try spook me out as a bit of 'craic' and also because I get scared very easily. He would often turn off the lights in a room I'm in or hide behind doors and jump out-almost giving me heart failure.
Well, on this occassion, I didn't see the funny side. At the top of our stairs (which curve round to the left going down) is my bedroom to the right, the spare room to the left and my parent's room straight on. As usual I left something I needed in my bedroom so charged up there. The lights were off and I saw dad standing at the doorway of the spare room (the door open), with his back to me. Saw him go in without turning on the light and the end of his jacket had hit off the door when he passed it. I saw the door move slightly-it's a white door easy to see in the dark.
I was thinking to myself, don't bother trying to scare me, there aint no way I'm going in there. So I said out loud my thoughts, 'What you going in there for?' I turned on the hall light and waited for a response. No answer. Again, I said while laughing, 'Come on now this is not funny, your not funny'. I waited for him to jump out roaring, 'Boo!'...Nothing. I turned on the spare room light, creeped in peering around the corner expecting him to give out for ruining he's bit of fun. No one there. It's a small room. I checked round door nothing, under bed nothing, in cupboard nothing.
I was shaking and worried. I heard wood being chopped outside in yard. I yelled 'Daaaad!' while looking out window. He looked up, axe inhand. 'Yes?', he asked. Well, I almost died. I came rushing down spluttering out what just happened. And he stood there grinning. And then laughing. I mean, what was so funny? Shouldn't he of been comforting me? Was he really there? I'll never know.