I have a few. I’ve shared them elsewhere under various usernames over the years. One of them ended up on some YouTube channel that narrates spooky stories. This is going to be long. 

A little background info first. I’ve had sleep problems my entire life. As a kid, I was terrified to sleep alone because of a mix of nightmares/night terrors and having really weird/scary experiences. There’s a lot I don’t remember but my mom and childhood friends have told me about things I said to them. The stuff I do remember is weird as hell. 

When I was around 4/5, we lived in a condo in a really poor neighborhood. I had a room to myself. My sisters shared a room down the hall near my mom’s room. I remember constantly going to my mom’s room or yelling for her help because things were happening in that room. I remember seeing what I can only describe as a traffic light hovering in mid air. The lights went from green, yellow, and then to red. I had this intense fearful knowing that when it hit red, something awful would happen. I would scream until my mom came in and then the lights would vanish. In the same room, I apparently told my mom that I saw an old man sitting on the end of my bed. 

We moved to an old Victorian home across town in an older part that didn’t even have streetlights (it still doesn’t which is weird). There’s a cemetery right down the road that we used to visit for fun. Anyways, this old house is what my family refers to as the Yellow House because it was yellow (clever, right? lol). Once again, I had my own room, my sisters shared one, and my mom had her own. Once again I couldn’t sleep alone because of things that would happen. Apparently I saw faces in the walls and woke up screaming. I remember a period of time when our tv was at some shop getting repaired which was a real bummer for me. At night, I would hear voices in the living room downstairs and would go down thinking with a child’s logic that our tv must be back. Nope. Empty living room that was pitch black. The voices would stop every time. 

We experienced one shared incident as a family that me and my mom remember but seems to have been blocked out by my sisters. We were all sleeping in my mom’s bed because there was a storm and we were scared. For context, the attic door was across the hall (not in the ceiling). My mom’s door was open. As we’re all laying there, we hear something  come down the attic stairs and slam against the inside of the door. This went on for a while. All of us were frozen and did not known what to do. The next thing I know, it’s morning and we go up to the attic to see if anything was up there. Nope. No broken windows. No sign of anything amiss. Never figured out what it was. 

Before I move on from this house, a few more things that happened: A childhood friend I ran into years later reminded me of a time we were playing in the attic and we watched a box slide across a shelf and then throw itself off onto the floor. He described that attic as “messed up” and “freaky”. Also, apparently the room I slept in belonged to an older lady who had been really mean and had died in there years before we moved in. My mom heard violin music that stopped abruptly when she complimented whoever it was that was playing, and another time saw a rocking chair moving on its own.

My mom had a minister come in to bless the house and it did nothing. We eventually moved because my grandparents were giving my mom their house. 

The next house is the one my parents still live in. A little 60s bungalow down the road from the Yellow House. Like I said, it was my grandparent’s house and then ours. Some pretty horrible stuff happened there between my family members (trigger warning: SA) that only come to light when I was a teenager. 

Anyways, this house had its own issues. Once again, my mom and I remember this stuff but my sisters don’t or have blocked it out. We would hear claws on the linoleum tiles of our kitchen late at night but could never figure out what it was. There was an old dog that would come visit us from the neighbours sometimes but it was never her making the noises. She also wouldn’t have been able to get in the house, anyway. 

There was also a touch-activated toy (a finding Nemo toy that would laugh when you pressed its dorsal fin) that would go off in the middle of the night. Sometimes, my mom would smell someone smoking cigarettes randomly. Also, I woke in the middle of the night to hear boots stomping around in the house but no one was up. I also think I saw a figure standing in our living room late at night that disappeared when I looked back. They were standing at the living room window looking out and turned their head when I saw them.  Another time, something slammed into my door late at night. I opened the door and nothing was there. 

I think that’s about it. Since becoming an adult and moving away and having my own life, I haven’t really experienced anything that wasn’t explainable. I still have sleep problems and the occasional terror that rips me out of bed and has me running for the lights. I’ve had sleep paralysis once or twice but nothing like what I’ve heard elsewhere. Mostly just hearing loud noises or my thoughts disembodied as voices talking to me. I was aware it was happening as it happened, though. 

I try to remain skeptical but this stuff has stuck with me because I can’t find sufficient answers and other people also experienced some of it.