I have always been fascinated by the paranormal. For a while, I was the only one to witness the happenings in my house. Now it has not just been me but my brother, my mom and my sister. All of our experiences are different. I'll share my own and then others.
As long as I could remember I've believed in ghosts. I've always loved hearing ghost stories. Never in a million years did I think that I would have any experience with one. When I was still sharing a room with my mom and sister I had a bed on the far end of the room. One night I was sleeping and I woke up. I don't know what it was but I was too scared to move. It was colder than usual and no one else seemed disturbed. I opened my eyes and I saw no one. I was tired and I just wanted to go back to bed. I relaxed and was ready to go to bed. I was half asleep when I heard someone say my name. I still remember that the voice was deep. When I opened my eyes and looked around I didn't see anything. I immediately called my mom, who turned on the lights. There was no one there but I could still feel that someone was watching me. I went back to bed. I heard the same voice years later in the basement calling my name. A few years later I got my own bedroom. One night I couldn't sleep and was watching TV. I was supposed to go to bed hours earlier but no one else was up so I figured I wouldn't get caught. I was feeling tired so I looked for the remote to turn off the TV. I couldn't find it so when I looked on the floor the remote was there. I reached out for the remote and the TV turned off before I could grab it. I immediately jumped back and laid down.
The next night I went to bed early, not wanting another encounter with whatever happened last night. I woke up at 3:30 am and looked around. I couldn't get back to sleep so I turned on the TV. Around a half hour later I was wide awake and really into this show that was on. A commercial came on and I laid back while I waited for the show to come back on. Next thing I knew, there was a shadow of what looked like a man with a cowboy hat on. It went across my room and into the bathroom without looking at me. The shadow figure walked back across my room maybe 5 minutes later and continued walking to my mom's room next door. I was so scared that I stayed up all night and the night after.
My Brother's Experience:
My Great Grandfather always changed the dial on the thermostat. After my Great Grandfather died my mom would turn off the thermostat and go to bed. However, my mom asked my brother to turn it off one night because she was tired and forgot to. He turned off the TV and laid down for bed. When he was half asleep, he heard a click. He was startled so he got up and turned on the light. The thermostat turned off by itself! The thermostat is old and it is hard to turn off so when he realized that the thermostat turned off by itself he had to tell my mom. My mom told him, "It's Grandpop. That's what you get for not listening."
My mom and sister:
My mom and sister share a room because of the lack of space in our small house. At night they hear the door knob jiggle and one night my mom could've sworn that she heard a knock on the bedroom door. Her room used to be my Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather's room before my Grandmom got sick and moved to the bedroom and my Grandfather passed away. My Great Grandmother has also passed away. Her room has always been spooky to me since I lived in it.
All of us:
On more than one occasion we have heard footsteps when no one is in the rooms that they are coming from, the Christmas lights each year since my Great Grandparents passed away dim and get brighter randomly, electronics turn off and doors make noise like they are opening and closing. When we think we've closed bedroom doors they open on their own. At least once we have all been scared by whatever is in our house. I'm afraid to have people sleep over because of whatever is living in my house.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read my stories.:)