I lived in a weird house as a kid which resulted in chairs being moved in other rooms when I was the only one home, kitchen cupboards opening late at night when no one else was awake. I could be sitting at the computer, in a lit room at night, and watch as a black cloud would float through a closed door and sit, suspended in the air across the room from me. I had footsteps that would walk outside my door, and loud breathing. I was so terrified as I child that I ended up sleeping my music playing so I could tune out the noises. I still to this day cannot sleep without music playing. I probably could have convinced myself that most of it wasn't real as I aged, if it wasn't for a certain weird happening.

It was about 11:00 A.M. in the morning, and my younger brother and I were waiting at home while my mother was out doing jobs. We were waiting for her to come back to pick us up, so we were sitting by the front window, watching for car. And then we heard the radio playing from my brother's room.

We both didn't understand why it was on all of a sudden, so we walked to my brother's room. My brother hid behind me, and I had to walk in the room first, and the second I crossed the threshold, the radio went silent. On closer inspection, it wasn't plugged in, and there were no batteries in the back of it. There was no logical explanation for it playing. And my brother, a young boy had a bunch of match-box cars, and an old car play mat, swore and declared he had parked the cars neatly on it, in lines. But when we went in there, the cars were thrown all over the room.

Luckily we moved out of that house, but my brother and I still remember the radio saga clearly to this day, and it's pretty much the only reason I know I wasn't completely crazy as a kid. – Yventy