I've been following this thread for a while, posted the one incident about the ashtray filled with urine. But, there was another more serious incident I just couldn't bring myself to post until now.
My childhood was tumultuous, divorced mother trying to survive with two small children, lived a whole lot of places - 18 different schools before finishing high school.
That basically sets the stage for a very "upset" world.
1956, I was 7 and my brother was 9.
We'd stopped in at my grandmother's house on one of the journeys. My brother and I were sleeping on a cot upstairs, with me against the wall and him on the outside of the cot.
My brother woke me up hysterical, crying, terrified. He said he'd awakened with something standing over him. He said it leaned over him and looked in his eyes, and then it turned and went through the door down the stairs. He scared the willies out of me.
We laid there awake with him crying for what seemed like forever - time drags slowly when you're frightened.
Then we heard noises from downstairs, scared us more. And then we smelled coffee, so we knew someone was up. We went downstairs, and Mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking, or trying to, a cup of coffee. On the wall behind her, the clock said 0245 hrs. She could barely hold the cup, shaking bad.
Mom said she was trying to sleep in the little room which is now the bathroom with a curtain for a door. She said she heard steps coming down the stairs, turning and walking towards her room. She said she thought it was her Mom. It passed through the curtain, and Mom said "Jesus save me". And it moaned and disappeared.
We left at daylight that morning and it was many years before we stayed here again. I live in this house now, and I do get the willies here.
I did not see this, but I was witness to them, and will never forget it.
Neither Mom or my brother have ever said what it looked like, won't mention it unless questioned - and I only questioned my brother once since then.