we have always had strange things happen in our house, kettles turning themselves on, things falling off shelves and what not but after a while you just think to yourself 'oh it's an electrical fault' or 'maybe the wind did it' even though the windows are closed.
I knew something weird was going on in the house when I came back from school about 4 years ago. I walked upstairs to go get changed but when I got to the top of the stairs I saw the attic door was open (the kind you have to push up so it couldn't have been the wind) it was pushed open and moved to the side a bit. I panicked and called my friend round then phoned my mum. She couldn't give me an explanation. I was the last person out the house that morning as I was every morning, and the first one back. I was terrified. I quickly got changed and went out to my friends. When I got back I was met with the same excuses 'it was the wind' blah blah blah... My step dad doesn't like to admit it but he believes in spirits, we had to keep it all hush hush though because we didn't want to scare my little sister. I had a few nearly sleepless nights after that but nothing else happened so I tried to forget about it. The really strange things happened when I had my son.
It was about a year later, my son was fast asleep in his crib. I climbed into bed, said goodnight to my baby (he was a few weeks old) and tucked myself in to bed. As I shut my eyes I heard this voice, a little girl's voice, saying 'goodnight baby'. I sat up right away, no one was there. I looked at my son, he was still fast off. I lay back down staring at the door for a while. 'What the hell just happened?!' I told my mum in the morning (I still lived with her) she was a bit freaked out. Nights passed and nothing happened until a few weeks later. My little sister came running down the stairs crying in fear. Me and my mum calmed her down enough for her to tell us what happened. 'My guitar was playing by itself'. My mum had to take the guitar out of her room before she would go back to sleep. Since then not a lot has happened.
I went to go meet my sister from school about 10 months ago and I heard a crash in my sisters room (my old room) I checked when we got back and it was a bottle of perfume that was in near enough the middle of her bedside table before. We all know what's going on in the house; it just doesn't bother us as much now. It been happening for so long and it just seems like whoever it is wants attention, wants to be known.