Our house was on the last street of a neighbourhood that was on the city's borderline, between us and the closest civilization was 140KM of desert and mountains.
It happened when I was a toddler playing in my parents room, my mother was pregnant and asleep, she told me she felt something lift her leg and slam it on the bed, she woke to see me under the huge 6 door wardrobe cabinet that was leaning at an angle as if it were being held from falling on me, she rushed to me and as soon as she stepped away it all dropped and shattered.
All I remember from the whole incident is the carpenter dismantling the cabinet the next morning and how sad I was to see my favourite sticker of the baby seal shredded among the glass.
Before the incident my mother told me I said I saw black sheep walking across the ceiling; I remember seeing a cow multiple times on the stairs leading to the roof, the last thing I remember seeing were big eyes one blue and one red looking at me from that same bathroom's tilt window, that time I was sure it wasn't my imagination because I froze and peered at them for at least a few seconds before I had the courage to shout for someone.
But today as a grown man, I don't really get that shivering sensation I had and even during my early teens I had the courage to go and investigate, and during that time I noticed a pattern of cheap tactics where "they" like mimic the look of frequent visitors, cats and sometimes the peek through the top edges of doors for some reason.
The very last encounter I had as a teen, and this long after we shifted to the city centre, I saw something that looked like a really short but fully statured child/person on the top cabinet of an in wall wardrobe, and I really felt it was my imagination possibly but I kept blinking and looking away to see if the visage would change to maybe fool brain into "seeing" something else, but for almost half an hour I saw it, and later after constant peering I felt something bite on my big toe, all I did was wrap my self in the blanket, close my eyes and just freeze there, until luckily my mother woke up to use the wash room, I jump off bed and when I when stepped into the light I noticed this circular bite mark on my toe!; When I showed it to my mother she told me it was probably a rat and told me to shut up and go to sleep....I go back inside and open the lights, get the ladder and I remember having this feeling that I wanted to punch that POS and I really felt fed up of it all!
After that encounter I never felt that type of fear again and even if when I thought or glimpsed anything I had a whole new different attitude and approach, I was out for blood after all those years of being haunted, even in my dreams now I can tell when they're genuine, fabricated by me, or if they're influenced by them.
Believe me or not, I've seen, experienced and lived through those situations and many more which I can't discuss publicly, but there are things that exist beyond our senses.