I am about to share my life experiences of growing up in a haunted house. I am currently 38 years old, so my memories of some of these stories is hazy but I'll do my best.
My first encounter was when I was 3 or 4 years old. I was in my bed and where my bed was situated I could see all the way down the hallway. I remember looking down the hall and seeing a women in white floating up near the ceiling. All I could see of her was her stomach area to the top of her head. She was dressed in a wedding dress. My Mum said she didn't believe me at first, but I kept telling her about it so she figured I must be telling the truth. As it turns out I identified the entity in a family photo album. It was my maternal Grandfather's mother.
My next sighting was when I was 11 years old. I was in bed (my bed being in a different place in my room now) and I felt a tapping sensation on my foot. I looked to the end of my bed and I could faintly see an outline of a person; no features, just an out line. I crawled to the end of my bed because I thought I was seeing things, then I realised what it was I freaked out and got under the covers rolled up in a ball trying to fit myself under my pillow and blankets.
It took 2 weeks before I could sleep by myself in that room. And after that I couldn't sleep unless I had a thick doona or blanket doubled up over my feet.
In between these sightings, I would hear footsteps go up and down the hallway. At the time I thought it was my parents, until I'd go and check and discovered them asleep in bed.
There was my Mum, Dad, my younger sister and myself living at that house and only my Mum and I experienced anything until my late teen years. When I was Twelve I had another sighting. I was buttering some toast in the kitchen and from the kitchen door you could see down the hallway to my bedroom. I looked up and saw a woman in a blue dress walk down the hallway full view not see through. I thought it was my mum at first, until I realised she was still in bed. Again I froze in terror; still can't remember running from the kitchen to my mums room. That was my last sighting until my late teens.
On the weekend, I'd often wake up to the sounds of what I thought was my dad cooking breakfast as he did every Sunday. I would hear the cupboards opening and closing the sound of saucepans being used, only to go wandering down there to discover nobody in the kitchen and the blind still pulled down. I'd go and watch tv after a while Dad would get up and cook breakfast.
You would also hear the wind chimes in the dining room chime with all windows shut and the airconditioner off. That's about as much as I can tell you for now. I'll save more for another time, as the activity in the house gets worse in my late teens.
Thanks for reading.