Yeah, there's some freaky stuff that's happened to people. I'm really glad I've not had anything seriously scary happen to me.
Seems he's only really got one (I misremembered? I just went and asked, to make sure). He/his family (well, I suppose they're my family, too) were living in an old house, and they all occasionally heard noises from the kitchen at night, after everyone was asleep. His room was right over the kitchen, so he heard it more than the others, and a couple times he'd be so sure he'd heard someone down there that he'd leap out of bed and run down as fast as possible, but there'd never be anyone there. (Those things he says could have been the tricks of a house settling - because, yeah, I live in an old house and old houses do occasionally sound like there are people in places there aren't - or just the dog wandering about.) One night, though, the footsteps in the kitchen started coming up the stairs to his room. It was ridiculous o'clock, so he knew it wasn't anyone from his family, and it was a person, not a dog... The steps came and, when they were, you know, in the room, he moved around a bit to let who/whatever know there was someone in there, and the footsteps just.... stopped. When he looked, there was no one there.
And he came up as I was typing that to add that the night I was visited (when I was little), he didn't hear or see or dream or whatever anything, but he remembers being aware of the sense that something strange was going on, and also that my Nana (who was here at the time) apparently had a conversation with him around then.
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Seems he's only really got one (I misremembered? I just went and asked, to make sure). He/his family (well, I suppose they're my family, too) were living in an old house, and they all occasionally heard noises from the kitchen at night, after everyone was asleep. His room was right over the kitchen, so he heard it more than the others, and a couple times he'd be so sure he'd heard someone down there that he'd leap out of bed and run down as fast as possible, but there'd never be anyone there. (Those things he says could have been the tricks of a house settling - because, yeah, I live in an old house and old houses do occasionally sound like there are people in places there aren't - or just the dog wandering about.) One night, though, the footsteps in the kitchen started coming up the stairs to his room. It was ridiculous o'clock, so he knew it wasn't anyone from his family, and it was a person, not a dog... The steps came and, when they were, you know, in the room, he moved around a bit to let who/whatever know there was someone in there, and the footsteps just.... stopped. When he looked, there was no one there.
And he came up as I was typing that to add that the night I was visited (when I was little), he didn't hear or see or dream or whatever anything, but he remembers being aware of the sense that something strange was going on, and also that my Nana (who was here at the time) apparently had a conversation with him around then.