We used to watch GH, but we've gotten out of the habit of watching pretty much everything.
There was a creepy critter in my parents old house though. Whatever "it" was, it didn't care for me one bit. It really could have been my imagination, but there was this horrible, hateful feeling in the hallway after everyone else had gone to bed. If I told it to stay out of my room, it would. But it stayed just over the threshold. And if I shut the door, it would stay just behind the door. You could almost feel it throbbing.
One night I had a nightmare that I was a little girl hiding under my bed from this tall man in a suit. (I was a teenager at the time). It was so incredibly vivid, it really freaked me out. He was coming down the hallway for me, and I knew I couldn't get away. There would even be times that my dog would stare into the hallway and start growling (hackles raised and all).
Fast forward a few years. DH and I were married and visiting my parents. We were sleeping in the bedroom next to the room that I'd slept in while I was living there. He woke up in the early morning, barely daylight. He said there was a tall man in a suit standing over my side of the bed, but his face was moving so fast side to side that it was just a blur. He tried to reach over to shield me, but he couldn't move. The next thing he knew, it was a few hours later, and he was awake and normal. He still doesn't know if it was a dream or just a freaky thing.
And the weirdest part. I'd never told him about the dreams I'd had while living there. I'm pretty sure I'd mentioned the creep in the hallway, but the discription was his own. It hust happened to match mine exactly.