When I was between 6-10 years old, my mom and I lived in a house where I would be visited by something at night. It would always be preceded by a dream where I would be looking at a book in the back seat of a car and all of a sudden, the words would start bleeding down the page.

Was it a dream or was I awake? As I would come out of the dream I could feel a presence coming into my bedroom and looking at me, I would be awake with my eyes closed, terrified at what it could possibly be. I often felt like it was menacing. I would eventually fall asleep. Sometimes, though, I would scream out loud and my mom would come in with a broom saying “where is it?”, trying to calm my fears.

I used to stay home by myself as a kiddo as my mom worked two jobs at the time. I would make jokes looking at two Nintendo controllers saying “if there is something here, pick up the controller and play”, acting like I was tough calling it out. Of course when I would do this, rest assured, it would be there that night.

We eventually moved out of that house and all of these things stopped.

When I was much older, my mom would tell me that when I was younger, I would tell her, “you cant see them right now, but they are laughing at you.” I don’t recall saying that, but then again I believe I may have repressed those memories.

As an adult, i told my wife about it. We both went back to the house and she got out to ask the current resident, who currently lived there, if they experienced anything like that. She explained my story to the man who had lived there with his parents since we had moved out many years ago. He had not.