I Saw Ghosts As A Child

I grew up in a house which was haunted. Looking back (I'm now 43) I feel it was more of a portal than a haunting by one entity. My family consisted of my brother and I and our Mother and Father. My brother is slightly older than me, and I didn't know at the time, but learned many years later that he too laid in bed at night absolutely petrified. He also heard the rapid running up the stairs. I would lay in bed, unable to move and hardly breath through sheer fear. I knew everyone was in bed, yet sure enough was that horrible sound of somebody running very quickly up the stairs. It was horrible.

Sometimes the house could be fine for periods, but then suddenly the atmosphere would change, it was like this heavy (and scary) veil would drop on you. It seemed to be that particular parts of the house were the scariest, the hallway, the stairs and the upstairs landing. Our parents would have to shout 'cuckoo' to us if we ever had to venture upstairs, even in the day-it was that bad. Visitors to the house, but especially children were also afraid of going up the stairs.

The reason I described the house as a portal is because of what I saw, and felt. Now, despite all the horror endured there, and being so afraid that I dare not breath hardly, my ghost experience was not frightening at all. I think that's because the two were very separate things entirely.

Anyway, I was about six years old. I had woken from a very frightening nightmare, which was a typical thing, and left my room to go into my parents bedroom. The stairs were right outside my door, to the right, and my parents room was to the left. Instead of turning left I looked down the stairs. I will describe what I saw:

Five people 'coming up the stairs' but they were not actually using their feet to climb the stairs, they were walking in their own space and on their own ground, which can only be described as like a projection. The five people were walking side by side, and could no way have fit in the stairs like that. They were all dressed in peasant's clothing, and by all accounts were peasants like from the middle-ages. There was one woman, one boy and the others were men. There was also a dog running at their side. The boy had a drum strapped to his front and was banging it. All of them were very happy, celebrating. I stood there as a little girl and watched them. They were not looking at me, they did not even know I was there. I often think of that moment, and this feeling like time had stood still. They were not making any noise, even though it looked like they should have been, and the silence was absolutely deafening, and when I go back in my head to that moment I can still feel that unearthly silence. I just felt confused, but not in anyway afraid. After a short while of watching I turned around and went into my parents room.

My mum said that she remembers me telling her about seeing the 'people coming up the stairs'. I do believe that those people were in their own dimension, as I was in mine. Perhaps it was an event which happened on the ground hundreds of years ago, such as the peasants revolt. Perhaps it was a glimpse at my own past life (I have also had a few significant dreams about past lives starting from the 8th Century). All through my life I have had supernatural experiences, but not like that, which is a blessing because I was a child, as an adult I think it would be scary! Thanks for reading.