I've read a lot of the stories here and I am really happy I can get a chance to share my experiences. I have had a lifetime of experiences. Some good and some not so good and some absolutely terrifying. I will post all my experiences bit by bit but I will start with the earliest one.
I've lived in a haunted house for most of my life, 33 years to be precise. I hated certain rooms in the house. I would not venture into certain areas of the house after dark. It would just make me get all nervous.
The first incident happened to me when I was six years old. My parents had gone out for some party. I was left behind with my brother who is one year younger than me and our two nannies. The minute my parents left I started feeling uneasy. I wanted to get out of the house and go find them but it was soon going to be bedtime.
Our nannies put us to bed and I couldn't get sleep. I was restless and nervous. Soon everyone in the room was asleep but me. The lights were switched off and the room was in semi-darkness thanks to the full moon and the streetlight that was just outside the bedroom window. It was cold.
I clambered out of bed and walked to the window to listen for my parents' car. There was no sign of them. My head turned towards the house next door. No one had lived there for a few years and I hated the ominous look its silhouette had in the full moon light. My eyes slowly went to the terrace of the house.
I saw two figures. One black and one white. Now there is NO WAY anyone can get to the terrace any other way besides the staircase which is indoors! I was shocked. At first I thought I might have been dreaming. So I looked again carefully. There in the moonlight, in a corner of the terrace were two figures as large as life. Fear gripped me, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I tore myself from the window and clambered into bed not knowing whether I was dreaming it or it was real.
A few years later I heard that the house was haunted. The two bachelors living there had left it because of the goings on. Doors slamming, cupboards opening and closing itself, furniture being moved around and all that jazz. That would explain the figures I saw that night.
I am not sure what the area was before it was converted to a colony... But from some of the experiences I had I get a distinct feeling of a battlefield and some kind of burial ground.
Thanks for reading. I will post some more stories in the near future.