Childhood memories: silhouettes, rescue from water, and red eyes in the window

Well, there's not much to tell. At least there weren't any particularly interesting stories, just small situations from childhood.

1. In my brother's house, where the first story from the main list happened, where a silhouette blocked the light, I always felt uneasy. There was a constant feeling of being watched. When I told my mom about it, she said she had the same feeling too.
Now I remembered another small story, but I chalk it up to a teenager's imagination under the impression.
At 15 or 16, I don't remember exactly, I went with my uncle to my great-grandmother's grave. To clean up there, like relatives usually come. And I have this quirk that if I come to a grave of a close person, I mentally talk to them and ask them to somehow manifest themselves at least in my dream. Crazy, of course, but maybe it'll work. So, in the evening, after the trip to the cemetery, I went to my brother's house to spend the night in the house I wrote about above. It was already late evening, I go down to the first floor to the living room and in the middle of the living room I see a silhouette very similar to my grandmother. But, again, just a silhouette without details. Similar to grandmother because also short, slightly hunched, the association formed in my head. At the same time the silhouette itself was not dark but as if shimmering (the effect was similar to when you rub your eyes or press slightly and then see flashes or flickering). And, since it's not what you expect to see, I got very scared and turned on the light. After that everything immediately stopped.

2. The next situation was at my grandparents' dacha. I was about 4 years old and I was often taken along just to spend time in nature. That time it was me, grandpa, and father. Behind the dacha fence, at the end of the plot, there was a small lake. Grandpa's neighbor from the dacha came and also brought his grandson. I met that kid and we went to catch tadpoles in that lake. There was no shore, instead there were a couple of boards nailed together and dug into the ground. So the lake was essentially deep right away. We're standing, catching tadpoles, and I either slip or that kid pushes me and I fall into the water. I couldn't swim then and I started going under water on my back. I sank so much that water was already covering my eyes and I saw the water surface. And then I feel a hand starting to push me in the back. It pushes me out of the water so that I could grab the boards we were standing on with my forearms. That kid wasn't around, he ran away. Father comes running and pulls me out of the water by the hand, after which I return to the plot. And I only found out last year, when we discussed this situation with my parents, that father didn't come running then, supposedly I got out myself. I never saw that kid again.

3. In the next situation I was also about 4-5 years old, or maybe less, but the memory is quite clear. I'm at home in the living room, we had a heavy CRT TV there and I grabbed it by the sides and started pulling it towards me. I have no fucking idea how I had the strength, because that thing was fucking huge, and why the fuck I was even doing that. In the end I pulled it so much that it started falling on me. At the moment of falling I'm thrown back and the TV falls right next to my feet. Parents weren't nearby. I think if it had crashed onto me, something besides the TV would have been broken, because I was almost a dystrophic kid.

4. The only similar memory from around age 3. The sofa bed I slept on faced the window. It's late evening, I'm being put to bed. I lie down, father is still walking around, and then in the window I notice big red eyes (really big, as if spotlights were aimed at the window), but there were no pupils. They were almost motionless. I told father about it and asked to close the curtains, but father didn't see those eyes and said I was making it up, but he closed the curtains anyway. The outlines of the eyes remained visible, but not as strongly. For a short time they stayed there, but disappeared, floating away to the side.

I thought I'd write less, but I think I needed to describe the surroundings and situation in more detail.

So you read this and it's nonsense upon nonsense, but this is my life. Every time I remember all these cases I'm fucking stunned. I discussed this with acquaintances, but no one had even close to similar situations.