My mum has always called me a Crystal baby, meaning that I am very spiritual and connect with the dead. I have had a lot of experiences with the paranormal. I was born in 1994 and I wouldn't have even been 9-months-old when stuff started to happen.
It all started when my mum and I moved into an old looking house and since it was just the two of us it was perfect. This is the layout of the house from when you walk into the house. You go up a set of stairs into the conservatory. To the right, at the end, is a toilet and beside it to the left is the laundry room. The conservatory isn't that big, but anyway beside the laundry to the left is the door into the house. You immediately walk into the kitchen and to the left is the lounge that has an old log burner sitting in the wall with bricks around it about a foot away from each other. At the end of the lounge is the sitting room where we normally kept the computer and play station. Now if you go back into the kitchen and face the opposite way from the door you entered the house in, there is a door there which leads into a hallway. As soon as you walk into the hallway on the right you have the bathroom and if you continue mum's room is on the left, then mine is on the right. Then there is another door to get outside, but we hardly ever used it.
I was nine-months-old when we moved into this house, and I remember little bits that happened and my mum has told me things that have happened. The first thing happened when I was asleep in my cot and my mum was out in the garden which is right under my window. Every so often she would look up at my window which, at the time my curtains were shut. She looked up at my window to see a figure sit on my window sill and when she ran into my room no one was there, though the pushed in curtain was still like someone was sitting there. My mum tried not to think too much into it, but it was happening most of the time and she thought she was going crazy.
Mum's cousin Kelly came around about three weeks later. They were outside doing the gardens and to their surprise it happened again. They looked at each other and my mum said, "Tell me you saw that, that I'm not going crazy." Kelly nodded speechlessly. My mum didn't tell me anything else after that, just that they were scared to go into the house for awhile.
Another thing happened when I was one or two and my mum was having a shower and, like many kids, I was out in the lounge watching TV and my mum could hear someone calling out to her. So she called me and said, "Um, Tiff, is someone at the door?" and I was like, "No." Mum heard it again so she got out of the shower to find there was no one but us home.
Things like someone calling out to us happened a lot. Things being moved and blankets were sat on when no one was there. It would freak my mum and but not me, even though it does now.
My mum told me that when I was about two to about four, I would throw tea parties with myself and she would watch me. I would talk to, I guess myself, though when my mum asked who I was talking to I could tell her everything about them, what they were wearing and everything. When I was little I loved playing outside in the back yard until this one day when my mum saw me walking around the yard with my hand in the air in like a fist. She said it was like I was holding someone's pinkie finger like little kids do.
I have many more stories. I hope all of this stuff stops because it really scares me a lot. If anyone has any questions or can help please give me advice or questions. Thanks.