When I was very young I lived in an old trailer with my parents and my baby sister. We ended up moving when I was four, and there are only two things I remember from living there. I remember falling off the porch and into a bush full of roses and thorns, and I remember the ghost in my room.
I remember him standing at the foot of my bed - this dark, tall, shadow-like figure. Sometimes he would stay in the closet and I would run to my parent’s room crying my eyes out. They never believed me, but my grandmother did. She always believed in the supernatural even though she was a very religious person, but she was still skeptical until I told her his name. I told her his name was Nikolai. I had never met anyone with that name before so she was baffled, especially because I was only about three at the time that I told her this. I told her that he wore a hat and he stood over my bed at night and gave me nightmares.
Normally I would think back and wonder if I was maybe making it all up, but as soon as we moved I stopped having the nightmares. I never complained about him again.
When I told my parents I remembered the nightmares a few years ago they were surprised that I could even remember. My mom thought I was making it up until we moved, then when I started sleeping soundly she started to wonder if it was true. I don’t feel like this was a normal spirit because I remember the feeling that it gave me of terror. It was just this feeling of wrongness, like it shouldn’t have been there.
Just looking for opinions on whether this may be real or some fantasy I made up as a kid. I feel like it’s kind of vague due to how young I was when this happened, but I hope I gave enough information.
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