When I was very young, about four years old, I was plagued by a trickster. Only in the morning, though. We lived in a large, two story house. My parents' room was downstairs and ours were upstairs. The design was a long hallway with the bathroom at one end (near the split stairwell), three bedrooms along the left side and a large playroom/game room at the farthest end. I had four brothers and a sister (my younger brother and I were adopted at birth but don't have the same birth mother). At first, there were two of us in each of the bedrooms. But my oldest brother, in high school, wanted to have his own room. My parents decided to move me and my sister into the large room at the end of the hall. It was a huge room with a large closet that followed the roof line as it went down to the end.
When school started, my sister was in the 3rd grade. She would quietly dress and go downstairs as I still slept. But the moment my eyes opened, I would feel extreme terror! Something awful was emanating evil, hateful feelings toward me! It seems so cliche but it was coming from the closet. The first few times, I got out of bed and walked quickly down the hallway and down the stairs. When I reached the landing and turned to go down the next set of stairs, I would look up to the top and see a hand resting on the wall and a head peering from around the corner! They were wispy looking and I felt the hatred coming from it. It was laughing at me!
After that, I would throw of the covers and run as fast as I could. I knew not to look toward the closet because I could see it in my peripheral vision. Most of the time, I would look up when I reached the landing and would see it reaching for me!
Of course, my mother didn't believe me when I told her. She said I had "quite an imagination!" And yet, the entire time we lived there, I was chased out of my room and down the hall by this hatred thing as it laughed at me!
About the 2nd year we lived there, I started to become very ill. I couldn't eat, and I would get terrible stomach pains. I became very thin and my mother took me to several doctors. We moved to Austin, which was still within my Dad's region of work, to be near a doctor we were referred to for my symptoms were varied and could not be diagnosed. The hateful spirit, luckily, did not follow.
I realize this may seem like a typical, child like fear. And I may have brushed it off, as such, if I hadn't had so many other occurrences over the years. But those will have to wait for another time.
I'm not sure If I'm an "old soul" but definitely I am not a "new soul".
But I have had the honor of raising my son, who early in life, knew he was an old soul. I have many more experiences to share. But I am needing to rest.
But I think more and more, that children are having experiences with Spirit these days. Perhaps we are coming to a new chapter. I'd love to know of similar events and any thoughts you may have on this topic.