In my last story I told about the shadow of a man (possibly my dad) in my bedroom. I have recently been thinking of other experiences I have had throughout my life.
For as long as I can remember, I have been able to see/sense things that are around me and the people I'm with. When I was 5, I moved into a house with my parents, brother and sister. It was just a normal 3 bedroom council house in a quiet housing estate, but from the day we moved in, even at the age of 5, I knew there was something else there but to this day I don't know if it was ghosts or something else.
Things used to happen all the time, like noises in the night, things being moved (which me and my sister would get the blame for). One day not long after we moved in, my mum and I were taking some toys up to my room when I dropped one of them down the stairs. My mum told me, "Leave it. You can go back down to get it in a minute." I didn't need to. When I got to my room, my mum opened the walk-in cupboard where the toys went, and there in the box was the thing I had dropped just moments before.
Another time my sister and I were messing about in her room. It was past our bedtime and our parents came in to tell us to go to sleep, so we decided we were going to have a "sleepover" in my sister's room. In her room there was another walk-in cupboard that had a very stiff door that took a lot of strength to open, even my dad had trouble pulling the door open. Well, as it got later we decided we were going to try and go to sleep when we heard what we thought was either my mum or dad coming up the stairs. We looked through the door (the door was like a frosted glass so you could kind of see through it) and saw the shape of someone at the top of the stairs. It was then we realized it was neither parents. The person was too short to be our dad and too thin to be our mum. This scared us because the only other person in the house was our brother and he was only just a year old so obviously wasn't him. With that, we hid under the covers and started talking about what it was and the next thing we heard a rustling noise coming from the cupboard and the door swung open. Needless to say we didn't sleep in that room again after that.
Things went quiet after this until I was about 15-16 and that was when I started seeing the person on the stairs again and shadows walking past the glass doors.
I'm interested to know what/who these shadows/people are and why they show themselves to me. I have many more experiences to share but for now, thanks for reading.