The house I grew up in was really weird to say the least. Not to look at, it looked pretty normal, semi-detached, 3 bedroom house with a long back garden with flowers in etc. The only weird visible thing to anyone not living in the house would be the cemetery behind it, but living behind a cemetery wasn't what was scary about living there.
I'm not entirely sure how old I was when the first thing happened, maybe around 8 or 9, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I'd gone to bed and my mum was in the bath just down the hall. I liked to go to sleep with my door slightly open because I felt scared of the dark. Anyway, that day we'd been somewhere, I can't remember where, and I'd been bought a mouth organ. I'd been playing with it all day and my mum had put it in the cupboard opposite my bed. I was lying there starting to get sleepy when all of a sudden this mouth organ started playing! Not a tune, but it was like someone was blowing into it! I have no brothers or sisters and nobody could be in my room let alone in the cupboard blowing that thing, and for a split second I doubted I'd even heard it until my mum shouted for me to get into bed and go to sleep! This absolutely terrified me but to this day she doesn't believe me, nor does anyone else I've told.
So the second creepy event happened around a few years later, however all through my childhood I remember having awful dreams that felt real, in the dreams I'd get out of bed and try to get to my parents room because I was scared, but the light wouldn't turn on and the door handle wouldn't budge and I'd be terrified or SOMETHING and no scream would come out. I aren't really sure if this was a dream or not now? But this happened a lot. Anyway, creepy thing number 2. I was laid in bed reading a book and had this like, night light. It was a battery operated thing stuck to the wall above my bed that when you pushed it it turned on and off, anyway it was late and I felt uneasy as usual so left the light on to sleep, I fell asleep, only to be tapped on the shoulder quite forcefully. I opened my eyes immediately and nothing was there. My bedroom door was closed and I asked my mum next day and she hadn't been in.
This next one is the one that scared me the most and it's something I go over a lot, I still can't explain what happened. I may have been younger than I was with the things above. I was bored, and I was sat on my bed in my room, it was day time. There was a mirror on a dresser next to my bed and I could see myself in it. I started bouncing on the bed, just sat bouncing with my back to the wall, and this shadow of like a hand started rising from behind my head, and I stopped bouncing and it vanished, I started bouncing again and it started to raise from behind my head again. I shot out the room and down stairs to my mum who didn't believe me of course. I didn't go back in there all day and at night I had to be forced and told I was being silly. But I didn't imagine it at all, I still remember it vividly and it's making me shiver just typing about it.
Ever since I moved out, (I'm 27 now and living with my partner) I've had nightmares (like everyone does) but they all centred around that house. My dad still lives there, and it's a perfectly nice house, but there's something weird about it! He swears he sees an old man dressed in black standing in the corner or his room at night, and that an old lady sometimes hovers over him at night. He jokes that the old man is waiting for him to pop his clogs! How awful! Well any help in explaining would be nice, but I think I just wanted to get it all off my chest and onto people who would believe me as not many people (if anyone) seems to. Thanks for reading!