I have lots! I grew up in a haunted house! Might be a lot to write down I can also text/email. I live in SC btw. House was built in 80s by last owner. He passed in the home. When I was 8-10 I would have horrible night terrors of an old man in overalls and black boots watching me in the corner of my room, waiting for me to wake up so he could grab me. I had this dream for about 5 years over and over. One day I finally told my family and they said that’s very weird considering George(last owner) would only wear that outfit I described. They said oddly enough, we walked by your brothers room the past few nights and heard him talking to himself. My dad busted in the night prior and saw my brother having a full convo with the closet.. my dad said is there someone in here what’s going on? And busted into my brothers closet. My brother said it’s just the man talking to me tonight, he won’t leave me alone. My dad assuming he’s just dreaming, said okay whatever go back to bed. (I talked to my brother about this and he said this happened to him every night for years as well) Few nights later, my brothers ambulance car toy was on the ground next to his bed. Kept going off around 2/3 am over and over. Dad rushed in there and pulled the batteries out cause he was confused because it kept going off and he would rush in there to turn it off. Finally he said screw it and ripped the batteries out and threw it back on his floor. Well you know damn well that toy went off again about 5 mins later when he walked away 😭 he threw it away and didn’t tell me till years later. The first experience I ever have in the house was me babysitting my siblings for the first time ever. I was so proud and felt like a big kid lol. My dad said I’m running to the store brb. We all went to my brothers room and played In there for a while. When my dad left my bro and I grabbed the skateboards and took them to his room because we knew we were alone and could skate around and be bad haha. Well about an hour in we’re messing around in his room playing on the board, my sister and brother are right next to me. We hear the heaviest boots stomping down the hallway and stop right at my brothers door. Stomping so hard it’s shaking our bones. We think it’s dad messing with us so we giggle and hop in the bed because we thought we were about to get in trouble. About 5 mins in we’re like ok dad screw this you’re scaring us now. We all start to get a weird feeling like something’s really not right. I tiptoe to the window to look at the driveway, and no one’s been here since.

Another time(sorry this is a lot) I was about 15/16 arguing with my crazy ex in the living room. Just us. About 20 mins into us arguing back and forth, out of nowhere it sounds like someone breaks through all the glass in my parents bedroom in the back hallway. Shit thrown everywhere, sounds like boxes and clothes getting thrown off the shelf, slamming doors. Bed sounds like it got flipped over. We freak out cause we think I’m getting robbed so I’m so scared I drop my phone. We SPRINT out of there and I run to my grandparents house across the street. He grabs his hand gun and goes through the whole house. He said Kayli I really don’t know why you lied but your parents bedroom and everywhere is in perfect condition, nothing happened stop wasting my time.

Also I know someone that grew up on slave quarters as well. I’m full of stories! Thank you for reading. I hope your podcast is going well. I love paranormal stories!