Well, curious things happened in the flat I grew up in all the time (there are a few stories scattered around the board - I re-read one recently, as a friend had asked for a copy of it, and managed to creep myself out
). I was at my parents house just the other day, and my sister, cousin and I were telling stories of our childhood (aided my by my parents) to my wife and my sister's husband. We soon got around to the stories of being freaked out as kids - some cute, some hilarious, and some disconcerting. My mum said that most things that happened, I just accepted as a matter of course. She said the times she was freaked out most by something I'd said, were once when I was three years old, I told her that I'd woken up during the night and came into the living room, where there was a party in full swing. Only everyone had the faces of pigs. I remember this dream (it must have been a dream, right?) to this day, as clear as if I'd had it minutes ago. I described the images in my head, and she said that it was practically word for word what I'd told her (only slightly more eloquent these days
), she'd never forgtten as it'd really scared her.
The second time was when I was about five (I could read now, so I was always making up outrageous stories - infact, as an aside, she says that I used to wake up every morning telling of the adventures I had gone on during the night, where I'd left my body and flew through the closed window, to look over the world - anyway, I digress). It was late, my dad was on night shift and my sister was asleep in her bed across the room. My mum was in the living room with my aunt. I woke up and the room was bathed in green, which was coming from a kind of amorphous, swirling green light between my bed, and my bedroom window (which had heavy black curtains over them, and were drawn). I quickly got out of bed, and walked across the hall to the living room, where I stood in the doorway for the next few minutes. I think I was waiting for someone to notice me. My aunt saw me, and asked what I was doing up. I told her that I couldn't go back to bed, as the green ghost was there. They both laughed, and my mum told me to go back to bed. Again, I said I couldn't, as the green ghost was there. I probably got the idea that it was a ghost from a Hardy Boys book (The Hardy Boys and the Green Ghost) that I had read. I was apparently adamant that I wasn't going back. So, my aunt went into the bedroom, came back and said all was clear, and back to bed.
Anyway, as my mum was telling this story, she was laughing, saying that it freaked her out at the time (it was late, my dad wasn't home, etc.), but put it down to the fact that I was tired, and had woken out of a sleep. Then I told her that not only did I still remember exactly what happened (infact, I'm sure I've told the long version of this story either on here, or on alt.folklore.ghost-stories), but I also remember that when I walked into the living room, my aunt was standing on the table, because my mum was altering a skirt for her.
Well, this freaked her out again
