Growing up we lived in a flat that was haunted. My bedroom seemed to be the epicentre. Even in summer it was always freezing.
I have early memories of being aged 4/5 in bed trying to fall asleep, wondering why I could feel someone else's breath on my cheek.
One night I was laying there wide awake and someone hissed loudly in my ear, like I felt their breath, felt their mouth right next to my ear. I freaked out screaming my head off, my mum obviously decided I was just having bad dreams and told me to leave off
After that night I would randomly hear that noise all the time in different areas of my room, from a corner by the ceiling, from my bed, from under my dresser. It was always a sharp hiss noise, like you do when you're hiding and quietly trying to get someone's attention.
I remember organising all my colouring pencils, rubbers, sharpeners etc on my bed, turning round to get something, and the sharpener bouncing off the wall.
Every time something weird happened I'd freak out and run to my mum, and she'd insist I was having bad dreams or being silly or just making stuff up
It was only years after we moved away my mum was like "Yeah there was definitely something weird about that place" -thanks mum!
Oh also, a few years back I looked the flat up on google earth, and there was a weird shadowy face looking out my old bedroom window. Woo!