SilverProteus wrote:
As a kid I would get what I called "imaginations" (shadowy figures running across the walls that seemed to come really close) that would scare the bejeesus out of me.
Wow, I had that happen to me twice

Once when I was...I must've been 2 or 3, and another time when I was a little bit older. The first time, we had stayed up "late" to watch Mr. Boogedy on TV, and I had a nightmare that I was climbing this bright white square spiral staircase, going up counter-clockwise, and on each bannistar there was a pure white skull...I got the impression that it was the stairway to Heaven, and I just kept climbing, and calling for mommy...I woke up, and I was looking at the walls, and my imagination was making the baseball pennants move around on the wall like rocket ships, things like that...I was watching this for a while (very comforting after the nightmare), and then I heard, plain as day, "Boogedy, boogedy!"

Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away, I just love that story (and I should probably keep the ghost stories down a bit, this late at night

).
The other time, I was sleeping in the livingroom for whatever reason, and I was looking at the...uh...one of those picture frames that holds a lot of little photos...and I was looking at each photo, and they were moving...one aunt would get up and laugh a bit...another would get up and get her husband another beer...photo of me sitting on a bed would wiggle my legs a bit...it was really cool, I could never get it to do that ever again =/