I lived in a haunted house and didn't realize it until years later

So I'm gonna tell you about this house I lived in like 13 years ago. Didn't think much of it back then but now that I'm older and actually thinking about it? Genuinely unsettling.

I moved there when I was in kindergarten. It was in Banghwa-dong, Gangseo-gu in Seoul, pretty busy neighborhood with lots of houses around. The place was a two-story with a basement (dark, cold, damp, floods when it rains) and I lived upstairs. Next to our house was this MASSIVE church that literally blocked out the sun from my room. Like zero sunlight. But hey, at least no wind right?

First night in that room I'm so hyped about having my own space that I'm laying in the middle of the floor like yeah new house let's go. And then...

Thud thud thud.

The window starts rattling HARD. Like typhoon level rattling. I'm a kid so I'm like "lol wind" and just... went to sleep.

Next night though? Things got weird.

So I'm trying to sleep and suddenly the door SLAMS open and my dad(??) storms in. He's clearly furious, cursing me out, and just starts WRAPPING ME IN MY BLANKET AND STOMPING ON ME. And I'm thinking like... why is he beating me? What did I even do?

And this started happening EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. My dad would come in at like 2am out of nowhere and just beat the shit out of me. But the thing is? During the day he acted completely normal. Like nothing happened. It was bizarre.

Eventually I got so terrified I begged my older sister to sleep with me. But guess what? He still showed up. Still beat both of us. So I just started sleeping in her room full-time.

THAT'S when the nighttime visits stopped.

I should've noticed something was off then but I was a dumb kid. But THEN my mom started putting talismans everywhere. Red ones all over the front door. She'd sneak them under my pillow. I genuinely thought it was just health blessing stuff or whatever.

One day I'm playing in that room with my toys and there's a laundry rack next to me. It just... falls toward me. For no reason. And I try to pick it up right? It's just plastic, super light, I should be able to lift it easy. But it's like something's PRESSING DOWN ON IT. I literally can't get it up. I start panicking and crying. My sister runs in and picks it up no problem.

Then there's the time my mom was chopping radishes in the kitchen around 9pm. I'm just watching her, totally entranced. Like 15 minutes pass and suddenly I hear birds chirping? I look outside and it's SUNRISE. It's 7am. My mom's still there with the knife moving robotically and there's no radish in front of her anymore. Just empty air. When I yelled at her she snapped back to reality confused as hell.

Then came hide and seek with my friends.

One friend squeezed into the wardrobe in my parents' room. Super small, super thin. We're all hiding around the house and people get found one by one. Everyone except him. We're searching for TWENTY MINUTES. Can't find him anywhere. Finally we're like "you win, come out" and he opens the wardrobe.

And then he asks us.

"Was anyone else hiding in there with me?"

We all say no obv. But he swears he felt someone's hand next to him. Held it the whole time. Thought it was one of us. That's why he stayed quiet for 20 minutes. He said the wardrobe was getting stuffy so he came out.

We just dismissed it as him being weird. None of us wanted to admit something might be seriously wrong with that house.

After we moved I never had those nighttime visits again. But yeah. That house was not normal and my parents KNEW. They were protecting us the whole time and I was just too young to get it.