So this is a story from my family.
When my mom was a young girl growing up in Vietnam she had this weird dream about being in a darkened church. Everyone was talking in hushed tones, but it was English so she didn’t understand what was going on. But she remembered certain details, like the stained glass windows and the baptismal font. She told her parents, but they were kinda dismissive. They just told her it was a weird dream.
A few years later she was forced to flee South Vietnam because of the Vietnam war. Her family relocated to Florida, and they started their life over. About 10 years later she went to the local Catholic Church for her younger sister’s confirmation. And suddenly she realized it was the same church she had dreamed of as a child. The same darkened church, the same stained glass, the same baptismal font. She talked to her parents again and they remembered her having the dream and describing the place exactly.
Maybe some of it is altered memory, but it’s one of our family legends.
I have memories that are very early, and most of them are scary, but I had one thing… When I was very young (I am talking between age 2 and 3), I used to see this man who looked JUST like my dad when he holds his cheeks to make this goofy face (kinda like this but a 40-year-old man), only the dude’s face was like that without even holding it.. I recall playing legos with my brother in our room, and the guy walking by the window, turning slowly to look in, bulging eyes, and starts yelling. I would sit on the floor frozen in fear. My brother didn’t see these things… and now that I think of it, this man I saw was never directly in front of me… I only saw him through windows…
I am pretty sure I was one of those kids who hallucinated when they were very young.
I used to see things out of windows. Mine was a large man, that had on multiple layers of brown clothing. They were so stacked upon each other that it gave him a hunched back. He almost looked like a turtle. I never saw his face though, and had always assumed it was a bum that would sit close to houses to keep warm. That was my logic at a young age. The really disturbing thing was he would laugh. It’s hard to explain but almost 20 years later and I cans till hear it in my head when I want. It was like a clown chuckle, you know, that ha ha ha ha. It had a tempo, very consistent. But it was low, and almost like a forced laugh, but it never stopped.
I used to hear it outside my bedroom window, scared I would then move to my parents room. He would move and sit on our patio. That laugh. Sometimes I would watch him. He would slowly turn to look at me, and I would quickly duck down below the windows. One time I had stayed up late, and our living room window had a very dark curtain. I was sitting on the chair we had by that window. I had been watching something on the television when I heard that laugh starting. I turned the television off so he wouldn’t know I was there. The moonlight hit that curtain, and I could see his giant turtle like outline. I was literally inches away from him. I sat there for what seemed like hours. I was powerless to move, and had to listen to that laugh.
Eventually, I had passed out from being so tired. We finally moved a couple of years later, and I never saw him again. I never had to hear that laugh, but I never forgot it. I think I hallucinated like you, but man, it really sticks with you.
This same exact thing happened in my old house! Same description of the man and everything and I’m not even joking. I could never see his face, but he had layers of brown clothes on (almost like a really thick, raggedy brown coat). He would stand in my back yard and stare through the window. I would be washing dishes and he would be out there, standing, staring, and I’d be paralyzed with fear. I also used to sleepwalk in this house like crazy and that alone scared me.
One night when I sleepwalked I woke up in the kitchen after my mom turned on the lights. I was confused. There were knives all over the counter. Turns out I had taken all of the knives out of the drawers and laid them on the kitchen counter while staring out the window to the backyard. My mom was disturbed and asked what I was doing. I had no answer. I was scared myself the moment I came to. We eventually moved but I still sometimes have dreams of my old house and this faceless, hunched, brown clad dude just standing, staring.
In one dream he took the rocks from our backyard garden and kept throwing them through the porch at the kitchen window. That’s the closest communication he made and it was in my dreams.