I grew up in suburbia in the north of England in a place called Birkenshaw just outside the old mill city of Bradford. Me, mum, dad and my brother lived in a house that was only 30 years old built on old farm land. I had my own room and so did my brother who also had supernatural experiences.
Most people as babies remember nothing, this is normal, however I remember being scared of a green man standing in the corner of the room who had red eyes and horns; It was scared me so much. It terrified me as a baby and young toddler. Mum never believed me or my brother spoke of a dark shadowy figure towering over his bed as well as a boy trying to play with him.
Once at school ,I would have been maybe 6, when a friend took me around the back of the school where we were not meant to be and said "Look! Can you see that? It was the green man in the distance digging with a pick axe. This happened twice. I would love to look her up to ask her if she remembers. If it was even her. Research shows evil can shape-shift.
Around the same time me and my brother were at grandma's and I thought I heard her in the kitchen making breakfast, it was the middle of the night and a tall dark shadow was in the lounge. I ran upstairs to bed.
One night when I was about 8 years old, to this day I do not know why, I said, "ghost" out loud. It looked at me, then walked through a wall which led outside. It never walked through a wall previously so I had an idea it was gone. I screamed "mum" but there was no sound. I went straight to sleep or passed out.
I knew what I had seen was bad but at 8 I was uninformed about the existence of evil spirits. We were not very religious however mum did work for the church of England and my brother and me had been baptized. I'm scared of a return.
Help me understand what I saw, it still frightens me today. Were all the experiences connected? My boyfriend works nights sometimes and I have to sleep down stairs. This probably makes no difference to evil if it's coming ,it's coming. I hope writing this has not fed the nasty creep. This is the first time I have written about my haunting and it has been very cathartic more so than telling it to friends. Thank you for reading.