I am new to this forum, so excuse me if I don't come across clearly all the time.
I have had "paranormal" experiences throughout most of my life and have kept it to myself as some people have said to me that I'm "gepla met die duiwel", South Africans will understand those words. To others I think that means that I have an active imagination (I think that's it).
My father was in the Army, so we moved around a lot. The first time I remember something strange happening to me was when I was in std 1 (grade 3), that should have been in 1982. We were living in Kroonstad, in the military base. It was a mobile home.
One day my mother and her neighbour thought it would be fun to play glassy glassy (a form of Ouija board). I was curious and watched them play. They pushed the glass around and laughed a lot. Can't remember what questions they asked or this "spirit's" name they communicated with. They were sitting on my bedroom floor playing this game. I don't remember being scared, just enjoyed watching them have fun. You know grown-ups are weird.
That night I woke up feeling scared. As I sat up I saw a lady climbing out of my cupboard. She made me think of my mom, but it wasn't her. She was looking at me and grinning (like those grins in the toothpaste ads). Her eyes weren't smiling. She had a long dress on and I could see her clearly even though the room was dark. She didn't glide it was like she stepped down from inside the cupboard. She looked real but somehow not real, I can't explain.
I just stared at her, lay down, closed my eyes tightly and pretended I didn't see her.
What is strange, sitting here and typing this I remember everything in such detail. This has haunted me all these years. I have never had the desire to play glassy glassy or other such spirit games, since that night.
What I would like to know, was it coincidence that she appeared the same night that my mom had played glassy glassy or wasn't it?
I agree 100% with you about how people have this perception of people who experience supernatural incidences.
I also found it strange not remembering screaming. I think as a child you tend to remember the things that really impact you.
I do however remember fighting with her about it.