My first episode was about one month ago, and I had a second one just last night.
In the first one, it was early morning, I wasn't scared, just having a conversation with a ghost child. He didn't talk, but I understood what he was telling me for some reason. I stopped talking to him and tried to close my eyes, he became angry and told me not to ignore him, then I heard a dog growling and a sparkling, silver colored silhouette came up to my face and stared at me. I tried to scream but all I heard was muffled moaning. I gained back control soon after.
The second one was more tamed if I remember well. I woke up in the middle of the night, panicking. "They're coming to kill us!" I thought. It was dark in most of the rooms but the colors of my sheets and the furniture were over-saturated and everything was blurry. I saw small figures running towards my door and then the fear was so intense it was all over already.