This took place when I was a child, living with my grandparents home was also with my mother and uncle all under one roof.
Now mind you, when I was a kid I was used to the feelings and seeing of entities as long as they were nice. Most where thankfully kind and understanding.
When I was young I was afraid of the dark and when it was my bed time I would turn on my christmas lights, which used to be on my bedpost just so I can sleep. It was pretty nice and I always loved it, making it easier to rest and sleep; however, one night in particular was frightening.
On that night I was being bad and my mother decided to punish me by taking the lights away. I was terrified and was crying, pleading for my mother to not take the lights. No matter what I said she wouldn't listen and put them in her room. Now I was a young, crying child in the pitch black, darkness that was the night in my room alone and afraid. I looked on in fear in the dark void that was my room now and suddenly felt an overwhelming tiredness over me out of nowhere. I tried to fight it, but with no prevail and soon past out in a deep sleep.
Unknowingly, when I fallen asleep, I woken up in my astral state. This particularly astral projection was like what you see in the insidious movie. The room was my room, but a dark version of it. I was facing the wall that my bed was against and instantly felt something behind me, breathing on me. I was breathing heavily and was terrified, but something awoken in me. I was tired of being afraid of the dark and built up the courage to turn around and let out an angry yell. As I did, I could hear a man yelling back. It was deep and almost an echo. Only a second past before I bolted awake. I was shaken and looked around in my room to only find nothing.
Ever since that night I was never afraid of the dark and slept without my christmas lights.
I always thought of that experience and how so real it was to me. It wasn't until years later that I found out a man killed himself in our gurage.
Could it have been that man? Could it be my dead family members? Could it have been just a wild kid's imagination affecting their dreams?
I don't and probably will never know. Tell me what you guys think and let me know if you had any similar experiences.