My Mother and I have just bought and moved into a new house but we don't feel like we are the only residents in the house. I've always been skeptical and dismissive of the paranormal and supernatural but since moving in my beliefs have been challenged and tested and now I'm convinced that my house is haunted.
The first night we were in the house my Mum had to go to work (She sometimes works nights.) The house is really old so all the creaking floorboards and strange noises didn't bother me and I put it all down to the age of the house. We didn't have WiFi set up yet or the TV so I had very little else to do but begin unpacking boxes. The living room has built in bookcases on one wall either side of the fireplace so I began placing the books on the shelves. I'd only put about four or five on the left shelf when I decided I wanted a drink so I went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea and when I came back to the living room the books were no longer on the left shelf but somehow they had gotten to the shelves on the right side of the fireplace. It confused me to say the least but I tried my best to put it out of my head.
Now that cup of tea I made. I left it on the floor in the corner of the room to cool and after a couple of minutes I went to drink it and half of it was gone. I went outside to put some rubbish in the bin and on my way back into the house I saw that the light in my bedroom was on. I went up to turn it off but when I got there the room was in darkness. I checked the house of intruders, locked the doors and windows and went to bed.
Usually my Mum comes to check if I'm awake when she gets home from work. I'd set up my TV and managed to find my DVD player so I was watching a movie. I heard my bedroom door open, I heard shuffling and then felt someone sit on the bed. I felt them wrap their arm around me and cuddle into me. Naturally I thought it was my Mum. I turned around to speak to her but I was the only one there and she hadn't come home yet.
Stranger and stranger things have been happening around the house. On a night we can hear the kettle boiling downstairs and when we go down in the morning there are tea cups in the sink which we hadn't used. The TV turns itself on and DVD's end up in the DVD player that we haven't watched. Yet still the thought of a ghost hadn't crossed my mind.
Last week I had been lounging in front of the TV for a while and eventually wanted snacks so I went to the kitchen. I got there and to my complete and utter surprise there was a young guy looking in the fridge. I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing in my house. He turned around apologized and ran outside. I ran out after him but couldn't see him anywhere in the street. Naturally we called the police and they came to take our statements and asked me to describe the man and asked if anything had been taken. Needing to get out of the house the next day my Mum and I went into the little village for a bite to eat. It's a small village so new faces stood out in the crowd and a old couple began talking to us.
We told them which house we had moved into but didn't tell them about the weird stuff or the guy in the kitchen. The couple had lived in the village their entire lives and were well into their 80's and began to give us a history of the house which the waitress confirmed. The man who originally owned the house apparently perished there in a fire. Several other people had died in the house including a woman who died during childbirth. When we got home the previous owner was waiting on our doorstep wanting to collect any mail that had been sent there for her. We invited her in and got to talking. She told us that when she lived there her son had committed suicide in the house and that is why she wanted to move.
This next part was what tipped me over the edge and has totally messed up my view of the world. She took out her phone and showed us a picture of her son. There wasn't just a resemblance, I never forget a face but her son, her dead son was the guy I'd seen in my kitchen. I honestly began searching for hidden cameras because I was convinced that my Mum had put me on some sort of hidden camera scare show. The Woman confessed that when she lived there strange things would happen all the time.
I know I sound unhinged but I've been asking around the village and have even asked town hall for documentation about the history of the house and there have been multiple deaths in the house and I believe that they have stuck around for some reason. Whoever or whatever is in the house hasn't tried to hurt either of us and we have somehow grown used to things moving around and strange sensations. Now when I'm alone in the house I feel safe knowing that at least on some level I'm not alone and I feel comforted by the hugging sensation when I'm trying to sleep.
I want to be able to communicate with the spirits in my house but I'm unsure how to go about doing that. Asking for a sign or anything like that seems cliche to me and I don't feel comfortable with spirit boards. We got a "medium" to come to the house but she didn't pick up on any death in the house and I'm not sure she would know a ghost if it came up and done the monster mash in front of her. Any help would be greatly appreciated thank you!