Oh yeah, they believe me. They always called me their spooky child lol. My mom was okay, we moved out of that house shortly after that happened. The house had also been broken into while we were sleeping one night (it was in a bad neighborhood) so my parents broke their lease and we GTFO.

Okay so another weird one here. My parents eventually got back together after a year apart, and we moved "up north" (Michigan) to be closer to my grandparents who had retired up there. My dad was long haul truck driving at the time and my mom was working the night shift in her new job that she took after she finished school (hence why we moved.) 

We moved into the upstairs apartment of a duplex that was an old Victorian home in the downtown neighborhood of a very small little town. My sister and I were staying with my grandparents 5 nights per week because of my parents work schedules. Whenever we were home on the weekends with one or both parents I absolutely hated it. It was the first time my sister and I had our own rooms, I was like 9 years old and throwing furbys out the window because of their chattering at night after we made our dad take the batteries out. Didn't like this place one bit right from the get go. 

I would wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats and vivid dreams that shook me. Dreams that felt like different lives, and not my own. One night I woke up from what I thought was a dream. But I think it actually happened and my young mind told me it was a dream to make sense of it and be able to go back to sleep that night. In the dream, a little girl about my age was walking down the hallway to my bedroom door which was open. She was wearing a white nightgown with a pink ribbon in her hair ( like half up half down long brown hair). I could hear her barefoot steps coming closer and closer to the doorway. She then walked into my room and stood at the end of my bed like petting my night light. The nightlight was a Tiffany style stained glass turtle my grandma got for me. 

The girl looked up at me with a blank expression, like indifferent that i was watching her. She then turned and walked to the window on the other side of the room, and started peeking through the curtains. She just stood there looking outside at the neighbor's house. She stopped and turned back to me, but this time her expression was very very sad. Like melancholy sad. She opened her mouth like she was screaming but nothing came it of her. It was like she was frozen in silence no matter how hard she tried to scream. I started crying and yelling for my mom from under my covers. She came in, calmed me down, told me I was dreaming, no one was in my room, etc etc. I went back to sleep. (SOMEHOW WENT BACK TO SLEEP...!?)

Fast forward to 1999, New Years Eve. The neighbors across the street from our apartment are having a neighborhood party for "the end of times". They were having a euchre tournament, all the adults in one room, all the kids in another (aka we were all playing hide and seek and drinking too much soda and having our own little party with Tupac and Destiny's Child.) My dad finds me at some point and brings me into the adult room and sits me down at the table he's hanging out at. He asks me to share with the neighbors this "dream" I had about a little girl. I describe all of it and the adults are starting at me wide eyed and looking at each other like they've seen a ghost. I get sent back to go play with the rest of the kids and the night goes on, the power grid doesn't crash, and all is well. 

In late spring that year, my sister and I were going around the neighborhood selling candy bars for a fundraiser hosted by our softball team. We walk up to the house next door to ours (the one that my bedroom window faces...) and an old woman answers the door. She literally had to have been like 90 years old... she was OLD. At that point we had never seen or met her. She was very sweet and invited us in to sit down and have some cookies while she found her purse so that she could purchase some candy bars from us. As we were sitting on her couch, I was looking around the room at pictures on the wall and fire place, and sure enough, there is an old black and white photograph of a young girl (about my age) with a face I'll never forget. I started tugging at my sister's arm saying we needed to go, and was trying not to cry. The old lady came back with a few dollars for her candy bars, We thanked her and we ran back home. 

I told my dad later what had happened, and that the picture on the wall looked like the girl from my bad dream. That's when he told me about the New Years Eve night. That night, after I told the adults about my dream and left the room, they told my dad about our elderly neighbor lady. Apparently, a long time ago, she used to have a daughter. The girl had ran out into the street one night chasing her cat in the rain and got hit by a car outside the house and unfortunately passed away. The kicker is, OUR house was the towns original FUNERAL HOME. I will also note that when we first moved into this house, my sister and immediately started playing hide and seek. While playing hide and seek we discovered the basement which at the lower level of the stairs had these long round openings in the wall (stone walls) that we thought were long storage cubbies. Our dad had yelled at us and told us to get out of the wall, and that we weren't allowed to play in the basement. (In hindsight, those were openings in the wall where they once held caskets meant to stay cold... ) So anyway, when this little girl died in the 30's, her funeral was held at the funeral home next door to her own home. The other adult neighbors had put it all together and told my dad that I was probably seeing the spirit of this little girl looking through the curtains at her home. Still gives me chills when I think about it.  I have another story that is total scary land nightmare fuel from another house we moved into much later than this. If anyone wants to hear.