As a teen, my uncle did automatic writing and had been speaking with an entity. Strange things happened often. I would wake with candle wax on me and no candle in my room. I woke soaking wet from water poured on me and no water in my room. This went on for a while.
I lived in the country and the only outside light was the moon. I had thick curtains on my windows and that made my room totally dark.
I woke one night to see a figure standing at the foot of my bed. This figure was darker than my room and seemed to be outlined with red. It was really huge. It just stood there staring at me. I heard one of my brothers and called out. He opened the door and the figure disappeared.
Needless to say, I slept with a light on for years after that.
Since I had my second child, I've been more aware of things moving in my home. I don't let it scare me. I've never had anything try to harm me or scare me. I hear the occasional knocking or something being moved. I just figured something was letting me know it's there. I have even had dreams of my dad and grandparents. In the dreams, they were letting me know they were okay. It was such a good feeling dream that I woke crying each time.
I think I'll be spending a lot of time reading other stories on here. Some are very fascinating. My daughter will as well. We love watching shows about ghosts and such. Exposing her to this has helped to not be afraid. I'm thankful for that because I didn't want her to experience what I had and everything scare her. I was scared until my early 20's.