I was about four or so when this happened...
We had just moved into our apartment, my mom and dad went out for a smoke so I followed with them, and I started dancing and talking to someone, I could see perfectly. Brown hair, about 5'10", old looking clothes... All of a sudden my mom asked "Who are you talking to?" I glared at her and said "Joey. But he's sad." and she asked "Why is he sad?" and I answered "Because he died. He shot himself." My mom and dad were in complete shock, Joey was my mom's brother and he committed suicide before I was even born and never in my life did they tell me about him.
The following night I went to bed by myself, because of course as a kid I wanted to be a big girl so I slept by myself, I rolled over then opened my eyes because something woke me up, and I saw the same figure standing in my doorway, staring at me. I thought it was my dad or something, so I shrugged it off and lay back down. Then I woke up again, this time the room was completely freezing, and I had the heater on the whole time and had a good amount of three covers over me because it was snowing and freezing. This went on for about three months I would to say. I thought it would stop, but it seemed to get worse and worse.
My 5th birthday I was with my grandma since my parents went out. It was about midnight when I went to bed; my grandma fell asleep on the couch. I felt something pull the covers off of me and grabbed my leg, but it disappeared when I woke up. It left a bruise on my leg; the pressure was what woke me up. A year after that we finally moved into a two storey house, my room happened to be on the top. There was about... Two flights of stairs to go down to where you reached the living room. One night I rolled over and was unable to sleep, so I got out of my bed and headed down stairs to go into the kitchen to get a glass of chocolate milk, the last flight of stairs something grabbed me and threw me down, ended up waking my mom up by crying my eyes out.
I still shudder at the thought.