I have already posted two stories that occurred to me when I was an adult. This memory involves when I was a child, perhaps 4 years old or around there. Some of my earliest memories involve frightening imagery of shadow people moving about our house. I didn't know who or what they were, just that they weren't part of our family. I remember becoming so terrified I recall times where my mom would have to put me on her lap and rock me until I calmed down. One of the clearest memories was of waking up and looking down our long hallway (my bedroom door was open) and seeing this very distinct, very large, dark figure just standing there. I couldn't make out any face or facial details but I knew it was staring straight at me. I don't recall what happened after that but that memory has always remained strong even to this day, not like a dream memory but an actual lucid, waking memory.
So paranormal-type of activity was heavy from around the age of 3 until about 5 or 6 if I had to guess. It was during this time when the ghostly hand squeezed mine. I can remember this like it was literally yesterday. I had gone to bed and I remember being unable to fall asleep. I was on my stomach with my right arm dangling over the bedside (the opposite side of the bed was against a wall). My hand was drooped downward. Suddenly someone...Something, took ahold of my hand and gently squeezed.
As you can imagine, I let out the most blood-curdling scream a small child could muster! My parents were at my bedroom door within seconds asking me what was wrong? Of course and predictably, I said there was a monster under my bed and as you can imagine, they patronizingly checked under my bed, found nothing and told me it was just a bad dream and to go back to bed.
My protesting to the contrary fell on deaf ears. There was nothing I could do but stay in my bed, petrified until dawn and that's precisely what I did. The feeling of the fleshy hand was as real as any hand I have ever shook or held in my lifetime. It wasn't cold, it was warm and the squeeze was very gentle, not in any way aggressive. There was a contact event that took place years later, truly a story on its own, in 1997 that may explain the source but that experience doesn't seem to fit on this website (more ET-related).
To this day, even as a 52-year-old man, I still won't dangle my arm/hand over the side of a bed at night.