"My daughter was four-years-old. One morning I heard her door open and shut. That usually meant that she would be coming to our room to lay down with us. She never came in, but shortly after I heard her voice. Hoping she would go back to sleep, I let her be for a bit. Then I heard the door open and shut again. This time I decided to go into her room and see why she kept getting out of bed. I walked in and she had her eyes closed.
'Why did you get out of bed?'
'I didn't, I was trying to sleep but he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept talking to me and asking me questions.'
'He? Who is he?'
'The little boy that was in my room.'
'Umm, sweetie that was just a dream. There is no boy in your room.'
'I know that. He just left.'
'Ok, well what was the little boy doing?'
'He was hanging from the fan and asking me a bunch of questions.'
'How was he hanging from the fan? With his arms?'
'No, with a rope.'"
"My daughter said that there's a woman who watches her in her room and sleeps on the ceiling above her bed. She also says the woman doesn't like me and wants to eat my heart."
"'Why are you crying?' I asked our daughter. 'Bad man, there,' she said pointing to the dark corner of the room. Just as I turned to look, the lamp in the corner crashed to the ground.
"'Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed.' My son looks at me and says, 'He's behind you now.'"