I have a sister who is 10 years younger than me. She has a different father than I do. His family is of Native American origins.
Over the years she has scared me several times with odd things and stories she would tell me. She is in her mid 30's and still tells me she can see and talk to spirits. Some of what she says now days I question. She has been diagnosed as bipolar and other mental health issues. Some from years of drug use.
Let's start with her imaginary friend name Jim Mercy. She began talking about her when she was 3. I asked her to describe her to me and she says that she is a large colored woman. Claims she still sees her from time to time. It would frighten me when she would ask me if it was ok if Jim slept with us. I would say no I'm scared of her and my sister would tell me that she was lying next to me. I would go find somewhere else to sleep.
There was another time when I woke up in the morning and my sister was sleeping on the living room floor in front of the Christmas tree and she was covered up with a blanket which I had never seen. When she woke up I asked where the blanket came from and she said she got cold in the night and an old man and a dog came in and covered her up with the blanket. I took the blanket folded it up and put it away in the closet. When mom came home from work I was asking her about the blanket, which she asked to see. I went to the closet to get it and it wasn't there.
About a week later my sister and I were over at my grandma's house looking at old family pictures. She stop at one and pointed it out to me and said this is the man who covered me up. It was a picture of my grandfather who passed when I was three months old. Remember she is 10 years younger than me. That is the only picture I ever remember seeing of my grandfather. Mom didn't have any around the house. Neither did my grandma. Probably because she had remarried.
When I was about 18 I came in from working over night shift at a restaurant. My sister was sleeping in my bed so I just proceeded to climb in with her until she sat straight up in the bed opened her eyes glared at me as though she was looking into my soul and said "This train don't go to heaven" and laid back down. I said "Well I don't want to be on this train then" and went and slept on the couch. She has no memory of that.
Then when she was 13, mom took a vacation with my aunt and uncle and I stayed with my sister. She went to bed before me and before I went to bed I checked in on her. Again she sat straight up in the bed opened her eyes and began to tell me that she was mad at me. When I asked why she said because I came there in a Little car and laid back down. Doesn't remember it. I didn't have a little car had a big old Buick.
Another night during that stay she told me that she would see a little girl about 3 years old who would stand in the hall and stare at her at night.
Almost forgot she had a habit of sleeping with her feet flat on the bed and her knees up. I asked why she slept that way, she said because the gremlins would tickle her feet at night.
I have never known what to think of all this. So I would listen to what she had to say. And if I got scared would leave the room.
Years later and I had a couple kids of my own. Was at mom's for the holidays. First night I laid down with my girls for bed my oldest was just over a year old. My oldest daughter woke up in a sheer panic screaming that there was a man standing next to the bed. She was so scared that it scared me. So we laid there and all I could think to do was scream for my sister. When she came in I told her what happened. She told me to take the kids to the living room. I did. When she came out she told me that she took care of it. So now we were all awake and on edge so I suggest we run to the store for ice cream. Me, my sister and my two girls load up in my car. My sister had to run back in the house for something. While sitting in the car I watched the door to the laundry room open and close on its own. The laundry room was outside the house. That door would drag which made it hard to open. My sister came out and we went to the store and after getting the ice cream we were headed home and I tell my sister about the door opening on its own. She says I know. It was leaving. We slept good the rest of the time we were there.