When I was a little girl I lived in an old building that my dad turned into our home. We lived downstairs and there were apartments upstairs it was not uncommon to here strange noises during the day or night.
For about a week my four year old brother would wake up screaming that the monster was going to take him away. Whether he slept during the day or night, he would wake up screaming the same thing.
One night my mom heard someone running down the hall from where my sister and I slept. So she got up to see if one of us was sick. When she got to the door she saw a white figure coming at her as it passed her it lifted up and went around the corner into the bathroom and vanished through the wall. My mom grabbed her bible and started praying.
The next day our minister came to our house and blessed the house. Since the blessing my brother stopped having dreams about the monster after that. BUT I DID!
It became a normal thing for me to see things in that house, and to have dreams of a little boy telling me when bad things were going to happen. I still have dreams about that old building and they are never good ones even though it has been torn down now it still haunts me.
Sometimes I think what ever was there followed me. Some good, some bad, but I have learned to live with it as I have gotten older.