My old house was a beautiful blue, two story house. As children, my siblings and I would always play hide and seek, but we were never comfortable hiding in one of the closets near the living room... we never felt safe. One day a cousin of ours came to visit when peb ua neeb. We were sitting around and laughing, when she suddenly stopped and asked, "Who's that kid running into the closet?" We went to check... and nothing was there. Another time, my other cousin went to hide in the same closet, and came out screaming, claiming that she saw red eyes.
Now, my grandmother has never experienced sleep paralysis before until that house. I remember that at least one a week I would wake up, hearing my grandma mumble and fight against someone, and forcing myself to get up, cross the bedroom, and wake her up. This only stopped when my grandma put a knife underneath her pillow... When she moved out of that house, she never experienced sleep paralysis again.
Years later, one of my Aunty told us this: The people who used to live in that blue house before us had a little son who died tragically. There were suppose to be hauntings so the family moved.
Creepy if i think about it now...