I'd like to share one of my experiences that truly scared the shiat out of me and I never want to experience EVER again.
It happened when I was in college and its been a couple of years since my family moved in our grandma's house after her death. In the earlier years it was okay, but both me and my older brother have felt something was off in the house since we moved, but we brushed it off since happenings are still tolerable for the both of us. Like apparitions here and there, feeling of being watched, seeing scary things and so on.
But as time progress so did they, and I got it worse. On this particular day everyone's schedule was so early leaving me home alone at 7 o'clock sharp. My class is around 10 am I still got a lot of time, so I decided to sleep still.
When suddenly I woke up in the middle of my slumber, I remember hearing heavy chains being dragged on the floor so slowly I can hear it nearing my door, there was chattering that I can't understand, water running on our sink and children laughing and playing right below me (my younger sister of 8 years and I share a room, so we have a bunk bed, I chose the upper deck because it's dangerous for her up there, she's a sleeper that would move around a lot and sometimes stand while sleeping) and the bed was shaking a bit, scratches can be heard but I didn't know where and so many other sounds that it felt there's a lot of people inside the house and our room.
I was scared, I remember moving to stand or to look around me but when I look at my arms they're not moving, I was stuck but awake. I was scared then terrified when I heard someone chanting something above my head, a different language with a voice so so deep. I remember it was like a voice from a grave or underground like, I felt panic.
In my moment of desperation I remember calling for God, gave a silent prayer for help but even before I finished my prayer it suddenly became quiet and I bolted to sit up and looked around the room and pass my open door to see everything was in its place and a very quiet - morning as usual. As soon as I can I bolted to the bathroom, did my business in lightning speed while praying the whole time and sped away to my mom's cafe and cried my heart out.
After that incident my family never left me home alone for at least a month, and I am thankful for that.