It wasn't until I was reading on here the other day that I started to piece some events in my life together. First I will start by saying that I grew up in a strict religious home. Second I was taught that there were no such thing as ghosts. Spirits were meant to be cast out. The big joke that my mom had always had with me is that my only excuse for going to bed at night is that I was seeing eyes looking at me. That there were people looking at me. I got to a certain age that I didn't say it anymore. I just knew they were there.
I had an old woman on the stairs and an old man (who had a green haze around him, not sure why) who sat on my dresser. He usually was there to warn me I was going to get sick. Then I had another three old men who would come to me in my dreams. Aside from these people I never actually saw people, just their eyes. Of course after I told mom at 12 that I talked to the old man she had the prayer team over from church to pray through the house. He stayed. I also used to wake up because I would think that there was someone one shaking the bed, so I would wake up saying "stop shaking the bed". I need to know what this is. Plus I started having dreams again. Any help?