When I was in the 5th grade my family moved into a white one floor apartment complex. We moved a lot. I shared a room with my younger brother. We were at the end of the hallway. Our door faced a laundry space and right at the end and center of the hallway was the restroom. At night my brother and I stayed awake to watch our favorite shows. We started hearing knocking at our door. We were always afraid of opening to see who it was because we knew it wasn’t our parents. Our parents never knocked to come into our room, they just came in. It happened every night until we moved out. Other times I would hear the faucet in the restroom at the end of the hallway go on and off at odd hours in the night. When it happened the first time I thought it was my brother playing with the water. Without looking i yelled from the living room to stop playing with the water. When the sink stayed on I got up to turn it off only to find that my brother had been asleep the whole time. We never told our parents until many years later and many moves later when I told my mother about the weird experiences and what she told me gave me goosebumps. She said she believed me, she said that she always felt bad vibes come from the end of the hallway where the laundry space, our room and the restroom were. She said one night when we lived there she had experienced sleep paralysis for the first time. She said that she felt someone was sitting on top of her holding her arms down so tight that she felt their nails digging into her wrists. She said the next day she woke up with finger print like bruises and scratches on her wrists. We never spoke about it after wards.