When I was about three or four years old I moved into a house in Ny.
As soon as I moved in my parents could tell that something was wrong, becuase I never wanted to go into my room. Although I don't really remember much they told me that at night I would run into their room screaming and shaking and saying "mommy the lady she came to me again! She sat on my bed and she looked at me." My parents told me that I would tell them continually until the point that I was too scared to even go into my room becuase she would be there waiting for me.
Later when we moved out we found out that a lady used to live in our house and she died in my room.