This is my first time writing about my stories. I always told to people I was close with, but none believed me; saying I'm crazy and it's just overthinking. I don't know if I'm really overthinking but I want to share my experiences on this platform and know the truth about them from people who believe in this.
I was in Pakistan back then and my family was complete, but things started messing up. My parents fought daily, my grandfather got horribly sick, and my studies were affected of course. My dad thought my mom attracts spirits and she isn't normal. That she is psychic and purposely calls for demons. They fought mainly on this matter. He felt danger from her later on. He used to always tell me to stay away from her. I never understood that time and favored my mom more.
Then, when my grandfather just got out from his recovery and came back home from hospital, we were all having a nice dinner (not really nice seeing there was rare communication between each other) but anyways, he pointed at our front door and said he can see someone. A girl. Then later two of them. I was beside him and I got up and stood with my dad because I was scared. Well, they disappeared then.
Some weeks later, my grandfather got sick again. He was taken to hospital and passed away at night. He believed in ghosts and spirits a lot. I guess he used to communicate with them when he was a young adult.
Then, after he passed away, I used to see shadows going all around the home. And it did freaked me out. They weren't shadows of birds or anything, but little kid figures. And one time I was with my friends in my room, we were total 3 and playing games on our phones. One of them turned around to look a bit outside the room, she heard something, then I also looked there, a little child wearing sort of red ran into my grandfather's room. He was no doubt really fast and neither of us could see his face. I thought its the neighbor's kid because they were same height and that kid mostly wore red too. I called his name and went to my grandfather's room. My friends followed me and told me to not explore so much because it can get worse. So we shrugged it off, well at least tried to, and then continued playing.
Hearing kids noises, rhymes, footsteps running around the house was kind of creepy. Also, I was 12 or 13 that time.