Just the other night, my sister claimed to have seen a ghost. My mom and I were upstairs doing our own thing, and my sister was literally running around downstairs (it's something both she and I do alot, especially when listening to music or daydreaming).
Suddenly, my sister gave one of her startled screams and ran upstairs. Of course, Mom and I stopped what we were doing to see what the problem was. Sis told us that she was listening to her ipod when she saw something bright and misty beside her. I asked if it was just possibly lights from the window and she told me that she was in the living room, where the window had curtains closed 24/7 (it get veeeerrrrry hot in that room if we don't keep it closed).
Mom, whom I'm not sure believes in this stuff or not, merely went back into her room and Sis calmly said that she believes it's a friendly ghost since it hasn't harmed anyone. I go back to my room, saying that I typically don't mind ghosts so long as they're harmless (and leaves me alone....). She then lightened the mood even more by saying that she's gonna name the ghost Joe.
If Joe exists and is the one responsible for some of the stuff happening here (the high uneasiness in the guest room, my Goblin toy moving on its own, etc), then I don't think we have anything to worry about. Though it doesn't help that the same night, I had a very vivid and terrifying (to me) dream.
You know how in dreams, it has this certain feel to it. Like some things are where they should be, but you still notice other things that are off and it constantly gives you hints that what you're experiencing isn't real. I always have those types of dreams, and this one didn't feel fake at all. I was in bed in my room and everything looked and felt like I just woke up in the middle of the night (something I regrettably do all the time; apparently my body doesn't like having a full night's sleep and will interrupt even the best of dreams just to annoy me
: ). But this time I couldn't move, like at all. I automatically think that I'm finally experiencing this sleep paralysis thing (which I'm very fascinated in). Having calmed down upon learning that, I made some observations of it, wanting the full experience of how it felt. Suddenly, I feel something grab my ankle and the paralysis broke instantly. I thrash about and scream for my mother as whatever-it-was started to drag me off the bed. Whatever-It-Was told me that my mom can't hear me and I look over towards the voice to see a very tall dark mass with glowing red eyes that I was having trouble focusing on.
But luckily, I woke up. Waking up was very confusing as it felt like I was just starting the dream all over again. At the time, I wasn't too sure if everything beforehand has been real or not; or if what I was experiencing now was a dream too. I decided that I was fully awake and just had a simple nightmare (or night-terror, whichever you prefer) and tried to go back to sleep, still trying to convince myself of my conclusion. Only thing for certain, I couldn't get back to sleep at all.
That dream was very strange and didn't fit with my usual types of dreams (I usually dream that I'm a bat trying to find a place to belong and avoiding capture from my enemies or of being in the place of a favorite character and trying to defeat those enemies; or, for the nightmare variety, trying to survive in the presence of a psycho serial killer or trying to escape a force of nature, mostly a tsunami or a tornado), but I'm not jumping to conclusions at all, and is leaving the reveal of 'Joe' and the subsequent dream to interpretation.
