I've been reading people's own personal experiences of ghostly encounters for a little while now and I've decided it's time to share my own.
This happened eleven years ago when I was only six years old. My parents had just bought me bunk beds and I was excited to sleep on the top one. I took a bath, got changed into my PJ's and brushed my teeth. Luckily for me it was a Friday night so I had gotten to stay up that extra fifteen minutes before going to sleep. My mum took me upstairs and I climbed up on the top bunk and she tucked me in and gave me a goodnight kiss.
I'm a really bad sleeper. I always have been, when I was a baby I wouldn't sleep. I would cry all night. So here I am on the top bunk wide awake. I decide to look out of my window and look at the other houses as I usually did to help me sleep.
I lay down and tried to get some sleep. I tossed to face the wall, then at the door, then at the wall again, but when I turned to the door I see this... Well I don't really know what it was. It was like a white mass at my door. I knew it wasn't any street lights because they are orange and it wasn't any cars cause I would see the distinct lights of the car hitting the ceiling and on to the right side of the wall. My door is on the left.
Well I hid under the covers for a minute or so then I peek out of them. No one was there. I told my mum the next day. She would say "Oh it might have been me coming in to check on you." But I would have heard her coming up the stairs as they creak and my old bedroom door would creak too. When my dad came back from work I told him but he just kept on making up excuses like "Oh it would have been a car light." and "It's just your imagination."
I knew what I saw and no one believed me. A few years ago I found out that my Grandmother died from cancer in my parent's bedroom about twenty years before my parents met. Also there are old abandoned mining tunnels under the village that I live in. My dad said a lot of people died in them.
I never saw anything for about nine years but in the summer of 2009 I began and still do hear weird noises like faint footsteps. I don't think it's anything bad. If it was something bad it would have happened years ago. My mum now believes me. She hears the noises too. My oldest brother, who is 28, had heard strange noises when he lived in the house.
It could have been my imagination or it could have been something paranormal. The house it about 30 years old so some of the noises I hear could be the house settling or something along those lines.
Thank you for reading.