Sometimes I wonder if it's my imagination, or if it's real. I've never had an experience where I know it's imagination. My parents don't believe me. I've been wondering if my house is haunted (even though this isn't the most exciting story, it means what might be paranormal).
First of all, one night I was lying in my bed (all of my furniture was antique). I had watched some scary show, which I forget what I was watching, exactly. I couldn't sleep, and it was really late at night. I was about eight then, so 'late' was around eleven for me. But anyways, out of nowhere, a big, super-deep voice from one side of my bed, said "come,". I lied face down on my pillow, keeping myself from maybe seeing something extremely scary. I wanted to scream for my parents, but I was trying to predict what the 'thing' would do to me if I did. I didn't want to take any chances.
After a while, there was nothing but silence, so I decided it was safe to roll onto my other side. 'It's just my imagination',I thought repeatedly. Even though my eyes were shut tight, I still saw what I thought were black and white flashes of light, like white sunshine shining through my eyelids. I regret keeping my eyes closed, despite my fear, wondering what I would have seen. At that exact same time, I heard what sounded like the same voice, speaking either a different language, and it sounded like he was saying, "Mmm, ahhh...," like he just ate something really delicious, or he was sitting in a hot tub after being in snow.
I was at the point of screaming by now, but when it was all over, I reached to turn on my lamp, snuck out, and got my parents. Of course, my mother said it was just my imagination! To this day, I wonder if that was a ghost, but it never came again.
Secondly, sometimes I'll hear noises, not at night, but during the day. Sometimes I'll enter a room, and I'll hear a little bit of shuffling, like while I was gone somebody was snooping around in my stuff. It couldn't be air, because at these times, my fan was not on. Nobody was upstairs with me, and nobody was making noise downstairs. The most shocking experience of this was one day when I was up in my room, doing homework with my new bedroom suit.
I was really concentrating on my math homework, and might I add that at that time I remember being home alone, just me and my dog. When it was least expected, I heard unexplainable noises on the shelves above my desk. I stood up on my chair, but nothing was moved or changed. My books, my bank, my purse, my pictures, all remained unchanged. I tried to remake the noises, shuffling everything, tapping my fingers, anything that I could think of that was noisy. Nothing sounded the same. That experience just made me scratch my head. So I'm trying to come to a conclusion- is my house haunted? Is my room haunted? Or am I just losing my mind?