Ghost? no, by calling them as a ghost would bring a negative connotation.
they are not easy to explain, and they never talk to me (before). so spirit is the best name I can come out with them.
2 days ago I meet one of them. the spirit did nothing to me, but it makes me want to summarize every one of them that I ever met face to face. so, here they are:
1. at 1-9 yo, I can't remember every one of them (spirits). my mother said that about 3 times a week something always possessed me, my big brother who sleeps with me always get the worst of them. Our family called all kind of shaman, religious person, psychologist, etc trying to fix me. they always insist that they were made a progress on me or even succeeded, and I always gave them positives respond/lied just to make my mom happy. but honestly, it never works.
2. at 10 yo, 03:00-05:00 am, I woke up and things gets scarier than ever. I can see every tiny things from every corner of my room (dust, ants, mosquito) and they were huge. like a monster that could swallow me, or like a big boulder that could kill me. my grandma and grandpa come to visited me/calm me down that morning, I scream a lot at that time. The spirit shows up before sunrise. From my point of view everybody and everything around me disappears when he stands in front of me, he is really huge, as big as a mountain. I can see he means no harm, but he is kind of bossy by nature.
--##-- nothing really happens between 11-17 years old. just whispers, chuckles, and sometimes laugh. I grew up to be smart. I sleep 5 hours a day (10:00 pm - 03:00 am / sometimes until 04:00 pm)
3. 17 yo, 7th - 24th November (at the time my father was dying to died). He was suffering from liver disease. but strange things happen with him from 10th - 24th November, at this time my father stopped talking to me. from what I saw, his body was normal and well, but people called him skinny (like a corpse), I tried to argue with my mom but then she concluded that he was already dead and reanimated (I don't know whether she was serious or not). at his last breath, my father stared at me for a long time before he was gone. even at his funeral, I didn't saw him as skinny or unwell.