I'm new to this site and after reading some of the stories here I decided that I wanted to share my experience. This happened when I was 4 and lasted until after I turned 5 years old.
I was living in Mexico City at the time my encounter happened. (I currently reside in the US). When I was four, I had my own room while my sisters shared a room together. My parents room was at one end of the hall, and if you went down the hall my room would be the first room on the right and my sisters room would be at the other end of the hall. We lived in a two story house and my room was located on the second floor right in front of the staircase. Every time you went up the stairs when you stepped on the last step you would hear it creak under someone's weight. Also at the top of the steps, we had a gate that we closed and locked every night so no one could get in any bedrooms.
After I turned four years old, every night I would hear someone coming up the steps and stepping on the last step. I always assumed it was my dad checking that no one was there and then locked the gate (I never realized how late at night it was when I heard these footsteps). I heard these steps every night, and after about a month, after I heard the creaking of the last step, I heard footsteps coming toward my room, and then I felt as though someone was sitting on the edge of the bed. At first I thought it was my dad checking to see if I was fine, and stroke my hair (he always did that before I went to sleep). I waited for like 5 minutes and he didn't stroke my hair and I just raised my head to see why he wasn't stroking my hair and when I looked up no one was there so I covered my head with a blanket.
After a week of this happening I asked my dad if he was the one sitting on my bed late at night and he said no, that he went to sleep at the same time we did. I became really scared, and told my mom about it. She didn't believe me at first and told me it was just my imagination. These visits from an unknown stranger kept happening every night for like two months (and he would just sit at the edge of the bed for a long time), until my mom decided that I move in to my sisters room so I would be accompanied through the night. Me and my oldest sister switched beds (so she got her own room where my room had been and I shared with my other sister.
At the far left of the room there is a door that led to the play room and there was another staircase and therefore there was another gate there as well. My mom hoped that by changing rooms I would stop having these visits. This was not the case. I kept getting visited every night by the same thing (I could never see him), and I would feel it sitting at the edge of the bed, and staying there for the longest time. After I kept telling my mom about it, she decided that she needed to call a psychic to see if we were dealing with a spirit.
When the psychic came, she saw our fish tank and said that the fish were keeping the balance in our house. The she saw our painting of Mary holding baby Jesus and said that that painting was protecting the house from the spirit that lived there. The psychic I told my mom that the man that used to live there before us was a German soldier, that fought during world war 2 and that the soldier was a pedophile when he was living and that he would bother the youngest child of the family (which was me). The psychic cleansed our house and the soldier never bothered me again.
To this day (I'm 19) I'm still terrified at what happened to me. I was very thankful that when we moved the US the spirit didn't follow me. I am also thankful for my faith because without it something worse could've happened.
Thank you for reading and I welcome any comment or questions.