When I was very young I woke up in the middle of the night. I don't really remember why, don't really know if I knew why I had awakened then, either. I rolled over and saw my father standing at the foot of my bed; at least I thought it was my father. It was dark and all I thought I saw was his white t-shirt tucked into his white y-front briefs.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "Daddy?"
Nothing.
"What are you doing, daddy?"
Still no response.
"Is everything ok?"
Nothing, still.
"Daddy?"
Still having no response, I turned to turn on my little puppy lamp, but when I turned back there was no one there. Then I realised that there would have been no room for him to stand between the foot of the bed and the bureau at the foot of my bed. I remember getting out of bed and going to my parents' room to see if my father was in bed. I think I probably crawled in with them to go to sleep after that.
Until I was in my late teens, doors and cabinets would open and close by themselves. Sometimes I would blame it on gusts of wind, or maybe my opening or closing a different door, but other times I couldn't come up with a reason it was happening.
When I was a teenager, I believed I could feel the emotions of people around me; I remember very vividly I had walked into the library at the local college (don't remember why, I had no real reason to be there) and felt overwhelmed by feelings of stress, anxiety and fear. I had to leave and walk away for the feelings to subside.
Just a year or three ago I was shocked awake by a very raspy very frightening voice calling out my name. FREAKED me out. Spent ages going around my house trying to make things reproduce the noise, but never could.
Orrrr, maybe I'm a mental. :p
