My name is Pranav and I would like to share my personal paranormal experience in the apartment where I stayed with my wife and 2 years old son (United Arab Emirates). Friends, this is not just a story but a real experience.
It was in 2011 that we moved in to the apartment and on the very first day my wife woke up screaming from sleep at around 2.00 am saying she saw someone standing near the bedroom door. I just rubbished her, saying this might happen in any new place. After this incident one or two such incidents kept happening and whenever my wife said something about this, I used to either make fun of her or tried to convince her saying these are all mere misconceptions.
She often told me incidents like lights getting switched off (the switch itself), TV channels automatically getting changed, kind of. Though I believe in paranormal presence, I did not want show that as she might get more panicked.
It was during that time my kid started walking and it was during the same period where I myself got shiat scared and understood what really was going on in the house. Since he is our only son, he used to play alone with his toys but only then we slowly realized and noticed that he is not playing all alone. We could see him playing and showing his toys as if there was another person with him.
Also we noticed that our son often played at one particular place, where my wife claimed she saw someone standing on the very first day of us moving into this apartment. I felt a shiver run down my spine. On the same evening at around 5.00 pm, my son was there in the bathroom playing in the tub. We remember that the lights were kept on but after some time when my wife went to have a check, she was stunned to see the lights were off.
My son, who seemed like playing with someone until that time suddenly stopped and gave a wry smile looking at my wife. On hearing my wife's scream, I immediately rushed to the place and took my son out of the bathroom.
We immediately came out of the apartment and went to a nearby mosque to seek some help from the priest (Imam). He told us that there is a ghostly presence in the apartment and that we should not stay there any longer. He also said that sometimes the ghostly figure looks like me and sometimes like my wife and that's the reason my son was not scared at all. He said most of the incidents that we had actually experienced, though we didn't tell him anything in detail.
For the next 10 days we didn't get into the apartment and managed to stay in one of my friend's house and we finally vacated the flat three months before our tenancy contract got expired. Now we moved in to a new apartment and by God's grace didn't experience any such incidents, though at times my son still says, "Buddah aagaya, Buddah aagaya" (hindi meaning, "The old man has come, the old man has come".) We are really not sure how to relate this.