Oh boy does this thread open up a can of worms for me. I don't even know where to start. I have several experiences to offer and having read this thread feel like the Matrix is toying with more people than others. I'm obviously in the others category.
When i was younger we used to live next door to a bedsit and my Dad put up sound proofing so that we couldn't hear the people next door. It didn't matter though because the weird noises were actually coming from our house. I used to get woken up every night at around 1 am by the sound of heavy breathing on my bed, it was raspy and genuinely terrifying. I remember the first time i heard it- it was actually the day time and i swore it was my brother trying to scare me but alas he was actually downstairs.
The breathing happened every time my bed was in a certain position in the room and went on for years. We had a whole bunch of neighbours next door- some never staying long so no one was there long enough to make the noise and my Dad had sound proofed pretty well.
Eventually, i hit 16 and this breathing had woken me up every night or started while i was still awake for years. I could feel something sitting on my bed and i was so terrified i couldn't do anything about it. My parents knew, my brothers too but no one could work out what is was. Anyway so i hit 16 and this breathing started right on clock work, i was so tired and so pissed off that i shouted at it to go away, to leave me alone and that it wasn't allowed in my room. In the next 2 years i lived in that room i never heard it again.
There was something in the room though as i, on more than one occasion saw a black bird flying around the room- there was none. I saw the reflection of someone sitting on my bed behind me and when i turned around no one was there. And then the shadow. Oh the shadow. He used to be at the bottom of my bed. He's be there all night.
To be honest, because i heard the odd weird thing said in there and around the house- children playing outside my old nursery, two children in the bathroom saying 'shall we tell her?' and the other replying 'no, she's not ready'. I thought for sure that i had mental issues BUT i wasn't the only one that heard them or saw the shadow man.
My i met my husband he used to stop over in the room with me, we met at uni and before we moved in together we used to sleep at his parents sometimes and my parents others. He saw the shadow at the bottom of my bed and would often ask what it was- i had no answer to give but appreciated someone else seeing it.
My brother came back from Bournemouth a few years ago and my Dad put him up in my old room, he saw him too and to this day will not tell me what happened during the night. If i ask, he starts to well up. I leave it alone.
My eldest brother used to have a bedroom in the loft, he watched a shadow come up the stairs and 'walk' into the hatch leading to the rest of the loft. He saw this a few times. My younger brother later had this room and said it came into his room and he got up and faced off to it until it went back downstairs.
But enough about the shadow man.
My Dad seems to be the only one who hasn't experienced anything in that house. My Mum though, yikes. She was pregnant before my baby brother and saw a Victorian Nun at the bottom of the bed.
I was terrified of my parents room well before that. I used to think a 'flat' lady lived behind their wardrobe and if i took too long coming down the stairs she would take me away. I used to jump down the stairs, i got so good at it i could do it in one. My brother and i used to compete at doing it to see who could escape her the quickest and we both swear on more than one occasion i flew down the stairs rather than jumped.
I used to have dream that the 'flat' woman would come down the stairs and pretend to by my mum and try and take me to school... upstairs and my real mum would just let her and i'd scream and cry until i woke up.
The dreams always really scared me as i've always had dreams that have later come to pass. When i was 5- before my mother was pregnant with my brother i dreamt that she had given birth and named the boy James. The name had never been mentioned in our house and when my mother did give birth sometime later she called the baby this name. I remember my Dad lifting me up to see the baby in the incubator and i 'knew' his name was James. This later happened as i remembered it and as my Dad lifted me up, my Mum told me the baby's name.
I dreamt about a tsunami before it happened, having my daughter etc. I often think about a certain episode of a programme and it will show that day even if it wasn't in sequence or i hadn't been watching the show. I often get a song stuck in my head and then i suddenly hear it every where.
When we moved into our house, we used to have a void. Anything left on the table in the corner of the room would end up at the bottom of our bed. By this i mean we had a pile of crap down there (because we'd not long moved) and whatever was missing was always at the bottom of the pile. Sunglasses, appointment cards etc. For reference none of us sleepwalk or anything like that. You would put it down and the next minute it would be gone but at least you knew where to look for it. We also didn't have any pets.
When my daughter was new to her own room- about a year old, it was her first night in there and like any paranoid mum i went and check on her about every five minutes. Every time i went up there i'd get so far up and i'd hear someone singing to her. I'd go into the room and there was no one there. After going up and down a few times and hearing the singing every time, i got to the top step and heard whoever it was tut and then there was no singing any more. We DID NOT have a baby monitor.
When my Nan died my Mum's reflection in the TV looked like my Nan- they do not look alike and i burst into tears. When i got home that night my Nan's 'face' appeared on a towel in the bathroom. I took a picture and sent it to all my family, they all saw it too. As did my husband and his family. I didn't move those towels for a month until she faded away. The same thing weirdly happened with my uncle, when he passed away his face appeared on the bathroom wall in a water spot and everyone saw it too. He faded much quicker though.
After my Nan died there was one night where we all felt a weird presence- my husband heard someone who sounded like her calming our daughter but was too scared to turn around, my Grandad said my Nan's favourite mug fell and shattered in the kitchen, my brother said he saw her in his room. It was very weird.
When my daughter was small but old enough to remember she said she was trying to wake me up in bed but she couldn't wake me. She said after she called my name i appeared at the bottom of the bed to her but was the wrong colours, she said i looked faded. She wasn't scared by this other me though and when i woke up the other me disappeared and looked like it went into me. I told her i could hear her but i was just so tired i couldn't wake up yet. To this day she still remembers it so clearly and describes it exactly as she did back then.
My daughter and i were waiting in the doctors and a man walked in. He sent a shock wave of bad energy my way, so much so that i couldn't look at him again. Instead i looked at my daughter and she was looking down at the ground and appeared sad. I asked her what was wrong and she looked straight into my eyes and said quietly ;i don't like that man'. She also still remembers this with great accuracy. He gave us both a weird dark, heavy feeling.
When i was younger i would turn all my lights off, my tv off, my stereo off and when i would come back, they would all be back on but static-y tv/radio. Nobody was messing with me as they were often downstairs.
Oh god there's just so much but i feel like i've written for ever and everyone's going to get bored of my incredibly long post!!