When I was between the ages of 10-12, my parents bought a house in the woods of Renton. It was a lovely place with plenty of acreage. Our neighbor was a "crazy horse lady", so to speak, and she had near 10 miniature horses, and chickens that seemed to never stop reproducing. It was a blast for me growing up next to that. However... Some very weird things happened. I'll start out with the reoccurring dream, and please don't laugh. It was terrifying.
This dream was of a white, gloved hand- think Adams Family, but with a fancy white glove. It would chase me around the house, sometimes it would hide from me and jump out of rooms. When it caught me, here it is folks, it would TICKLE ME. It was absolutely horrifying and even thinking about it now, it still makes the pit of my stomach hurt. I had this dream all the time, my one and only recurring dream. It stopped when we moved away and I never had it again. I still don't understand why the heck I'd have a dream like that, repeatedly.
Another time as I tried to fall asleep I was staring at a picture of a little me, sitting at a picnic table. The picture was hung on the hallway wall just outside my door. As I was looking, little me started to thump her fists up and down on the table, one by one. I heard nothing, but I blinked, rubbed my eyes, closed them, it didn't matter... Eventually the little me stopped or I fell asleep. I remember inspecting it in the morning because it was so strange.
My mom once heard me call out "mom", but nobody else was home.
During this time I also had an out of body experience while staying at a friend's house. After that experience, I began to feel "sucked" out of my body at random times. It scared me very much and I willed with all my might to "stay". My dad used to get upset with me as well because he would tell me to do a chore, I would reply, and then never do it. The problem was, I had no recollection of him ever speaking to me because I was dead asleep, and yet according to him, I was wide eyed and lucid. I don't remember a large chunk of the 6th grade at all and I have a fantastic memory.
The only logical explanation that I can come up with is that I was dissociating. My parents divorced that year and my mom moved out, and aside from her leaving, it didn't upset me very much. I've also never felt that dissociating feeling again after moving out of there.
I still have dreams about this house. In my opinion they are more like nightmares but... Nothing ever happens, they're quite mundane. I'm just standing there or walking around and that's it.
I've never really told anyone most of this, and I would really love some input. I have always wondered if it could have been more than a rational explanation. I do not know the history, and the only thing I ever mentioned to my parents was the dream, once, and obviously they thought it was pretty silly to be afraid of.