I don't remember this experience but my mother told me about it when I was old enough to understand.
When I was two years old my parents, myself, and my little sister (she was a newborn at the time) lived in a two-storey duplex. My parents bought a painting at the Stanislaw's County fair and hung it on the wall high enough so that I couldn't reach it. The next day there were scratches in the painting. The TV. Would go on and off by itself and things would disappear and then reappear in a different spot.
The culmination of this "haunting" happened while my dad was at work, he worked nights. So it was just my mother, my baby sister, and me.
My mom was sitting down watching TV. When I came and started to tug her off of the couch. I told her that I wanted to play with the puppy. We didn't have a puppy. She asked me to show her where the puppy was. I led her to the stairs and pointed up there and told her that the man wanted me to go get his puppy and then I could pet it. She asked me where the puppy was and I then pointed to a vent that led to our basement. She told me that my eyes turned red when I told her these things. Needles to say, she grabbed my sister and me and hightailed it out of there. We sat in the car at my dad's job until he got off of work and moved the next day.
My mom told our neighbour, an elderly lady, what had happened and this is what the woman had to say. Back when everything was still segregated a black family lived where we currently lived. They were all burned alive in the house. Creepy. That was my first spiritual encounter.