To this day, I'm not sure if I've been able to project my nightmares straight into my room as I awaken while I am coherent enough to talk to anyone who may be with me nearby or I actually saw ghosts in my childhood home but what I saw and heard felt so real. When I was really little my parents would let me sleep with them in their room and I really appreciated that because on the nights when they wanted their alone time and I was banished to my room, I was never able to sleep soundly.
On several occasions I would wake up and see a man hovering over me with a knife as if I was about to be filleted right there in my bed. Of course I would proceed to run to my parents room hysterical and pound on their door until I was allowed entry. And the number of men would multiply some nights... My room would be filled with violent looking people.
My dad started getting frustrated with me and wanted to prove to me that none of it was real so he came to my room to sleep and protect me like a nurturing father would do. That night I woke up and instead of men preparing to kill me, I saw two women in the corner of my room. They would look at me and then converse with each other in a language I didn't understand. I woke my dad up and pointed in the direction I was seeing the women and to my utter dismay he saw nothing... But they still would not go away. I tried to describe what I was hearing and the women at this point were paying me no mind. He never did see them and I'm sure he was just thinking "kids have the craziest imaginations."
I still feel like there were multiple presences in that house with the center of activity being in my room. Mind you, I was probably 7 or 8 at the time so it could have been imagined or it could have been that special sensitivity to the paranormal that children are said to have. I guess I'll never know.