This story is going back to when I was a kid. I grew up in a house that was over a hundred years old. It was a really spooky house and it looked the part. The yard was quite large and was full of trees. The weather boards were rotting and the tin on the roof used to bang in the wind along with all the trees that used to screech on the tin and bang on the house. In order to get hot water we had to have a coal range burning day and night, which created a spooky sound as the hot water was pumped through the pipes. It was right next to a river, and across the water you could see the local cemetery. Just looking at the place used to give me the heeby jeebies.
throughout all the years I lived there, I would always see cats in the corner of my eye. Not just a few times. I mean like all day every day.
Strange noises and strange things happening weren't rare. At night time, this place was really scary as a kid. My first encounter there was when we went to look at buying the place. I think I was around 3 or 4 years old. We had finished looking at the place and we all went to go out the front door. I was last to get to the door and either my brother slammed it on me or the door slammed itself. I was too short to reach the snib to unlock it so I was there jumping up and down trying to open it and panic was setting in. Everyone just went and jumped in the car leaving me in there. I was starting to get real scared when the old lady who owned it reached out with a smile and let me out. I wasted no time and sprinted to the car calling out "thank you" to the old lady.
one day (when I was about 6-7) I was in the second sitting room when I saw my brother walk past, open the door and walk in to the dining room. I called to him and I went to follow him through the door. He ignored my call and continued walking, closing the door in my face. I thought that was strange, however I opened the door and called to him again. He just kept walking toward the kitchen and, to my surprise he walked through the door. Without opening it. At seeing that I stopped following and thought about it for a second. I thought I must have blinked and missed it or something, so I opened the door and went into the kitchen. No one was in the kitchen. The only room left was the bathroom. I knocked on the door and my other brother answered and said he was the only one in there. Now my stomach dropped and a yelled "I JUST SAW A GHOST!" and I sprinted to the main lounge where my family was. As I was running away my brother in the bathroom was calling "WAIT FOR ME!" when I asked the brother who I thought I saw if he was in there he said no. And the rest of them said so too.
Later my 2 oldest brothers moved to live with our dad and we younger 2 stayed there. There were times when we would have an arguement, and as we were just about to start hitting each other things would fly off the shelves. It happened with a heavy pot plant which spilled soil everywhere on one occasion. Other times boxes of toys and other things. We used to fight alot.
Later in life when I also was living with my father I would have a vision of the house, and feel it bekoning me back. I would think there was no way I would ever go back. But... I would later found myself back there. This happened more than once. As time went by I became very fond of the house. In the later years it was no longer scary. It was brighter and I loved the place. We sold it a few years back now. And I do miss it.
There's a lot more I would love to add but this should be enough. Plenty of time to share the rest later. Thanks for reading.