I'm not real sure what my age was, I'm guessing I was about 4 years old. I lived in the house I grew up in, my parents still live there. I really don't think it was haunted, as I have had an experience or two in a lot of the houses I've lived in. I'm no medium, I'm not super in touch with the supernatural, but I have had enough happen to me to know its REAL. And I do believe some of us have an easier time seeing supernatural occurences than others.
Anyway, I must have been about 4 years old, I am now 38, and I still remember this pretty fresh and I'm sure I always will. I had a dream, well more of a nightmare. While I slept I watched a man slaughter my entire family, and in the most inhumane ways imaginable. I awoke so scared, and when I looked across my bedroom, the man from my dream was in my bedroom. He was crouched under my desk and he was holding a knife.
I remember being so scared I couldn't move, I also couldn't look back in the direction of the desk. I can remember thinking if he seen me see him he would get me. I laid there for what seemed like forever. Scared to death I took a peek over to my desk and he was still there. I finally ran out of my room and across the hall into my mother and fathers room. Years later my mother was joking with me about the bad man under my desk. I still don't find it very funny.
Through out my life I have thought about this dream, ghost, or left over dream fragment? I'm not sure what it was. But I'm happy it has never happened again.
Thanks to all of you that read my story. I have a hand full more to share. Some quick, some a little longer.