Childhood Trauma Memories - Haunts Or Imagination?

Just wanted to share some experiences from my haunted childhood home experiences that I’ve never really been able to make sense of. Part of me is convinced that maybe it’s just overactive childhood imagination since I haven’t really experienced anything since I’ve grown up. I guess I just wanted to post here on my blog to see what you all think and to get some things off my chest that I’ve never really been able to speak about. 

A vivid experience I had was when I was probably around 10 years old. I remember I was laying on my bed reading when I suddenly got a really dreadful feeling. I looked up from the page and it looked like my room was either foggy or smoky, it was hard to tell. I stood up and backed up to my bedroom door, my hand was just under the handle when I felt a big splash of water fall onto my hand. I jerked my hand around to look at it and it was dry. I was astonished as I continued to watch what looked like either smoke or fog rising from the floor of my bedroom up to the ceiling, there was no smell. 

Another time, I had a dream about swimming in our pool. In this dream, there was what looked like a monster with long hair, no eyes, and sharp nails chasing me in the pool and I couldn’t get out. When I woke up the next morning to get ready for school, there was a red hand print on my leg like somebody had smacked my leg or grabbed it really hard.

My brother Kyle also had experiences throughout the years. He told me that one night he was sleeping and suddenly was jolted awake when it felt like something from inside his mattress hit him so hard it tossed him up in the air a few inches. He also had a radio that was unplugged that suddenly started playing one night. 

One night, our cousin Sarah stayed over and she slept on the couch in the living room. She came in my room crying one night and when I asked her what was wrong she said, “There was a girl sitting at the end of the cough. She woke me up.” I was scared, but in an effort to comfort Sarah, I said, “Well maybe she was an angel.” She shook her head and said, “No, she was not an angel. She was very bad. She had no eyes and was reaching her hand out towards me and said “mine!” 

My parents, of course, never believed us. They told us we watched way too many TV shows and movies and that it was just our imaginations. We would get in trouble if they ever heard us talking about that stuff to each other. I remember often waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep with such a crazy sense of dread and heaviness.