When I was about 4 years old I lived in a big house with my Mum, my little sister (who we will call Ellie), my 2 big brothers (who we will call David and James) and my Dad.
Soon as we moved in, my mum could feel something wasn't right, but we moved in and loved the house. After a week of living there I made a new friend which I called Granny, everyone thought I just made her up.
We lived there for about month and things started to happen like doors slam shut on their own, stuff went missing. This one time my brother David was playing on the computer and one of my Doctor Who dolls (was lying down at the time) sat up and moved across the table that the computer was on and fell to the ground.
My Mum always asked me "What's Granny doing now?" I'd reply with something like "She's washing up" or "she's playing with the cat" (we did not own a cat). The one time my Mum asked the question and I got confused as Granny was cleaning the step like they did back in the day, but the step wasn't there. She was cleaning the floor outside.
I also used to walk around holding hands with Granny and my Mum said that it gave her goosebumps every time she saw me do it.
My Dad always teased me saying "Granny's coming to get you" or "Granny's coming". My Mum and I always told him stop because "It made Granny upset" or "Granny's angry". After he said that, in the morning my Dad would wake up to marks on him and one time he was bleeding.
We moved after that and nothing happened to us. I did feel like Granny was still with me. I don't know why Granny took a liking to be and I strongly believe that Granny watches over me to this day.
Thank you for reading and has this happened to anyone else?