When I was younger, from the age of a baby until 7, my family and I lived in this trailer out in a small town called Pink Oklahoma. There were actually two trailers that we had lived in.
The first was old and beat up and from what my mother had told me, an old lady had lived and died there. I was too young to experience what my parents did in this old trailer. My mom has told me her part of how she could hear someone walking around late at night, and the TV would have been off while everyone was asleep and it would turn on, until turned back off by her or my father. Nothing harmful, right?
We had moved for a while before we had gotten out new trailer to put in the same spot as the old one. By this time I was around 5. This is where my story comes in. As a child I never liked being in that "home." It never felt like home. I was terrified to be alone and would often sleep with my mother because if I were in my room trying to sleep I would hear in my closet as if someone was rustling around in it. Being only a child, I was scared out of my mind. Just lying in my bed at night I could hear someone in the hallway walking, which it wasn't either of my parents. Their bedroom had been on the other side, past the hallway, living room, kitchen and dining. My dad was often out on the road so I was able to be with my mom in her room most of the time where I felt safer.
I would often play in my playroom and I would just stop and look around feeling as if someone was watching me. Often when this happened I would get a pain somewhere on my body. Or even sleeping in the living room I would feel the presence of something watching me.
Not until a few weeks ago did my mom admit to me her side of the story while living there. I had been joking around saying how I thought the place had been haunted, expecting her to laugh at me, but she looked me in the eyes and said it was. (Not even remembering the times where my family used to talk about the little things that happened that I mentioned at the beginning.) I had been surprised. She then had asked me about didn't she tell me after we first moved out the little things that had happened? I asked her to tell me about it, though at first she said she hated talking about it and would not because of how bad it was, but after the curiosity got so bad she finally told me.
She had told me that at first it was just little things she could ignore and it wasn't so violent. I could relate because we had experienced some of the same. Then she told me the ugly she experienced. She would wake up in the night and wouldn't be able to move. She described it as someone holding her down. My mom said this had happened several times, and said my dad told her he had the same thing happen. Also the same thing would happen but she told me she also felt as if being choked and could not breathe. This was right before we had finally moved out of the "home" of seven years. I asked her if it had happened multiple times and if my father had it happen to him as well, both were a yes.
After this conversation with her, I thought back to my childhood and all that I had recently learned from my mother. If three people had some kind of experience with it, it has to be real right?
My question is, was it a ghost, or something else? How could it have gone from not being violent, to being harmful to my parents?