The following experiences are mainly my mother's. The first experience took place in Missouri, where my mother lived at the time. She was pretty young, about ten years old, and her grandmother was in the hospital. Things weren't looking too good for her grandma, so her mother was in the hospital too despite the late hour.
My mom shared a room with her sister, and they were lying in their beds. The only other person in the house was their father. It was a two-story house, and their father was upstairs. My mom and her sister were abruptly awakened by the creaking of footsteps approaching the top of the staircase. Their room door was closed, so my mom loudly cried out, "Dad?"
No one answered, but the footsteps were getting extremely close.
My mom yelled, "Dad?" once more, but to no avail.
The sound of footsteps reached to the foot of their door, and then all was silent. My mom was sitting up in her bed at this point, facing their room door. Suddenly, the door swung open; but no one was there. Absolutely terrified, my mother and her sister watched in disbelief as the door closed by itself. My mom was hiding under her blanket as the footsteps descended the staircase and faded away.
Not a second later, the phone rang. Their dad answered the phone and told the girls that their mom just called to announce their grandma had passed away.
The next part of these events are further in the future and take place in Nevada. My childhood home was haunted, and my experiences there are already published. My parents have both experienced odd things at the same house.
My dad was watching TV one afternoon, and he saw something quite disturbing outside the window. On the patio, one of the chairs slid fluidly from one end to the other. It stayed upright the entire time and it slid consistantly until it reached the end of the patio. This happened in broad daylight and there was absolutely no wind outside.
My mom had a particular and ongoing experience at that house. It always happened when my dad was out of town or not in the room. I still remember how terrified she was the first time it happened to her and she told me about it. Some time during the night, my mom woke up out of the blue. Immediately, the bed sank in, exactly as if someone were sitting right next to her. Visually, no one was there. The overwhelming sensation of not being alone overcame her, and she was frozen in bed for what felt like an eternity. The human-like indentation went away, lifting the bed back to normal. The terrible feeling went away promptly after that.
Unfortunately, the same thing happened a number of times throughout the years. Although it isn't much easier to deal with for her, it has never worsened or done anything harmful. It just sits on my mom's bed for a short amount of time at night, then leaves.
About 6 months ago, my mom informed me that it happened again, but with a significant difference. She explained how the same events took place, only instead of the invisible presence, my grandma was right next to her. She looked at my mom and told her, "Rachel is going to be okay." Then, as usual, everything went back to normal.
My grandma passed away 11 years ago. She was an amazing woman and I still miss her every day. Thank you so much for reading.