I shared a room with my older sister and we had huge closets in our bedroom that were about 6 foot tall. My mother would wake up in the middle of the night to hear me crying and she’d come in to investigate what was wrong. She then would find me sitting on top of the 6′ closest, cross-legged and rocking back and forth while crying about; “The big scary man put me up here”. Since my mother was tired from it being the middle of the night and being heavily pregnant she didn’t really think about HOW I got up on the closet, but would put me back into bed and comfort me until I fell asleep again.

 

But then my grandmother came to stay with us a few nights and she told my mother that she woke up in the middle of the night because it got suddenly cold and her bedroom door handle was turning. The door opened but no one was there and then the bathroom door opposite her door opened on its own. She stared out the door for a few minutes not moving because she was in shock and frightened, but then heard me start crying. My mother walked by her room to get to me and of course I was crying about the man putting me up there.

 

My grandmother told my mum what she experienced and my sister slept with my Gran and I slept with mum for the next couple of weeks after that. It stopped once my brother was born, and to this day I have no idea what really happened.