As you all should know I've been in a haunted house in my childhood, but unfortunately it doesn't stop there for me. I have been in 3 houses that I can remember which were all what I deem to be haunted. This is my third house, (I will post the second later). We moved from our house in the Poconos for my step dad's work. We got a really nice deal on a beautiful Victorian house from the early 1800s in a friendly neighbourhood that I picked out, (I was helping my mother house search). There was barely much to fix up and when we got in it, new carpets and windows have already been installed. The previous owner of the house, (he was elderly and loved it a lot), passed away peacefully.
When we first got into the house and moved in, it seemed very welcoming and friendly. For the first time, I felt at ease. It's a large house with an attic and basement, and I wasn't afraid of going there alone anymore. Once we were settled, there was an instance where my mother called me from downstairs as I was sleeping. She asked if I called her and I said no and continued napping. I thought nothing of it. Another occasion is where my boyfriend thought he heard me saying his name, and then it happened with my brother. I was pretty confused why this was going on. After that the house seemed pretty quiet.
A year or so in, some things started occurring. A lot of the time, (and I mean a lot), I would hear someone whispering my name always the same tone and always the same voice. I never know where it's coming from, and sometimes it's loud, other times it's soft. It can be when I'm lying down or even just on the computer. This house is old so I got used to some of the creaks, but a lot of the time I always heard footsteps on the side of the bed, or creaks right outside my door. One time my mother even heard someone running through the hallway when we were all sleeping. It really, really scared her. Other times we would smell a rotten smell from my mother's computer room. It was so strong it drifted through the hallway. It stayed there for an hour or more, and then disappeared completely. This has happened three separate times. I also don't know if I'm seeing things, but I often see shadows zip by me, and when I was sleeping recently I kept feeling something bump my bed from the bottom. No one is in the room and I have a large hope chest at the foot of my bed.
I have a puppy that sleeps with me, and he keeps shaking his head from time to time like something's touching him. He keeps staring at the ceiling and seems like he's about to growl. Other times he just hides under my bed. This happened last night.
I've also had some disturbing dreams lately, but that can be a coincidence. I still don't feel that scared in our house, and my mom still believes nothing is in here, just something that took a liking to me, (maybe). Our family has a strong line of people with a sixth sense on my mother's side and she has it too, but is afraid to use it. She's more of a chicken than me.
So what could this be? Could it be the old man, or a mischievous spirit? Sometimes I feel threatened, and other times I don't. I'm on-and-off about what it might be. I know some things can be disproven, but others are just undeniable. The bumps on my bed keep happening pretty often, too.
I would appreciate some suggestions. I've gotten used to it at this point.