I have strong belief the haunting of homes by a spirit or ghost, as well as the supernatural and paranormal. I personally have had some strange experiences throughout my life, but let me tell you about my very first experience.
When I was in kindergarten, we lived in half of a house. We had a nice size back yard with a large storage area that almost looked like a garage, but I do not remember any vehicles ever being parked in it. At this time in my life, I was having a problem with wetting the bed at night, which went on until I was 8 years old. It was not that I did not know I had to go to the bathroom or even that I did not wake up in the middle of the night with the urge to go. It was because there was something standing in front of my bedroom doorway blocking my way out.
Since the lights were always out when I would see this thing, it just looked like a dark shadow-type image to me. I could never make out any facial features or clothing it might have been wearing. The best description I can give at this time is that this shadow looked like some type of ancient Egyptian statue, but I could tell it was definitely a male figure standing in the doorway as it looked to have a large weapon of some sort held in his hands. It seemed to me like it was guarding the doorway in some fashion. I cannot say that I ever heard it speak or move at any time, but something was definitely there. As a small child, upon awakening and seeing this image, I would decide that it was safer for me to just wet the bed than to attempt to get past whatever was standing in the doorway as I was simply terrified of it. I would then just fall back to sleep and the image would be gone when I woke up in the morning.
This same scenario went on every single night. Although I could not be certain, I kind of had the sense that whatever it was, it was not there to cause me any harm, but at the same time, it seemed apparent that it was not going to let me out of my bedroom either like a guard. As time went on, I actually gave it a name. I started calling it “Bobby.” I was convinced that he lived out back in that large garage-type shed. I would never go inside as I was scared to death.
I did not tell my parents about it right away or anyone else for that matter. As my parents grew more and more concerned as to why I would not stop wetting the bed, they confronted me demanding to know why I was doing it. I eventually told them what was going on. My father took me into the large shed in the back. He went in first and I followed. We searched for Bobby, but he was nowhere to be found. My father tried to convince me that there was nothing there, but I sensed his presence even though we could not actually see him. My parents tried to convince me it was only a plain shadow of some kind, but there was nothing outside my bedroom doorway to cast any shadow. I continued to wet the bed the whole time we lived in that house. It was not until we finally moved when I was 8 years of age that I finally stopped doing it.