When I was a young child around the ages of 6-7 my mom and I lived in a little community neighborhood that was in a forested area. There were many other families there that we all got along with, but nobody seemed to experience what we did. When none of my friends would want to play I would go sit by the sliding glass door that looked out at the woods. Whilst there I made friends with a little boy that lived in the forest. He told me that his name was Jason, and he had died in that forest and his body ended up in the lake in the middle of the forest. When I told my mom about this she talked to her current boyfriend and he took some of his friends and went into the forest to see if there was in fact a lake. It turns out there was and no one in our town knew about it back there so it was impossible for me to hear about it from someone else. But as time went on I talked to him more and more, he getting angry when I had to leave.
After talking to him for a few months he wanted me to come back with him and look at the lake and become his new friend forever. I told my mom that I was going to the lake with Jason and she forbade it and sent me to my room. The next day when I came out he was waiting for me at the door. He then told me that he hated my mom and if she ever came out the back door or near it bad things would happen. When I saw her walking towards it to go do laundry I warned her, but she didn't believe me. She opened the door and was pushed back by a strong gust of wind and the door slammed shut hard. After that she never went out that door again and had her boyfriend do our laundry at his house.
As the months passed the person in the house across from us moved out and the house remained vacant. One day when my grandma came over she was looking out the front window at the house across the street and said there was a young girl in the second story window. I went over to see what she was talking about and we both saw a young blonde girl in a white dress standing in the window staring at us, but nobody had lived in that house for months. I went and asked Jason if he knew who that was. He told me it was a girl named Patricia and she broke her neck getting out of her bed one day.
Soon after that a walmart company came and bought all the houses around there and tore down all the forests and houses. I still visit that area to go to walmart and Sam's and feel someone calling to me when I stand near the automotive section of the Sam's Club there, that having been where the lake was.
I just wanted to know what people think about this experience. I haven't had anything that strong since then, but I have had the occasional shadow people and disembodied voices or noises, but nothing like a full blown apparition.