This creeps me out even thinking about it 17 years later... But here is my story of "the people in the garage..." from the time I was 6 until I was 8 my family lived in this little old farmhouse right next to both of my grandmothers. When I was a very small child, 2 little girls lived there with their parents, we played and went trick or treating together, fun times. The family split up and the girls had no contact with the father, who always seemed very nice - they all moved out, we move in. A weird situation for that family, I'm sure.
I remember being scared in their bedroom, but I don't remember why. When my family moved into this house, the room the girls shared was my bedroom. I hated playing by myself in that house, and my parents room was especially spooky. I would always close their door if it was open, and we shared a bathroom that could be accessed from either bedroom - I always made sure those doors were closed, too.
We had a scary little cellar, and just a bunch of weird outbuildings and things typical of old rural farmhouses. Everyone was uncomfortable, there was a weird feeling in that house, always. No one really said anything, though until after my brother was born.
I was 7 years old, we shared a room when he was born. My mom came in to check on him one night, and I was SPEAKING FRENCH in my sleep! I still don't speak french - so it's not like I could control it! My mom asked me the next morning what I dreamed about, and I told her "the people in the garage. They always talk like that..." very creepy - I guess I told her more than once about them - and I vaguely remember a woman with dark hair and red lipstick, but that's it.
We moved out VERY soon after that, and the father of those 2 girls moved back in, by himself. He started fixing up the house, he even got a puppy from us when our dog had puppies... A few months later, people started noticing no one had seen him in a while, someone decided to go over there and it looked like no one had cared for the dog in a while, which was very unusual for him.
So, someone decided to investigate - and found his body in the GARAGE! He had shot himself in the head - in the garage - and had been there about 2 weeks before anyone found him.
On a happy note, my grandma took in the dog who lived another 15 years...