This first encounter happened to me when I was just two years old. I remember what happened to me to this day. I even tried to find out who this spirit was but I never could. This is my first story so I hope its written okay and sorry it's so long.
When I was two years old my parents moved back to Ireland. They rented this really old coach house for temporary living accommodation. We moved into the little two bedroom house and the first night the spirit activity started. My dad stacked all the boxes from our move in the spare bedroom just for the time being. My mom and dad were just about to go to sleep when they heard this really loud bang. My dad jumped up and ran into the spare bedroom to find that all the stacked boxes were knocked over. My dad just thought he didn't stack the boxes properly and just shrugged it off.
We went to town later that week and when we returned home all the lights in the house were on and the front door was open. My dad went inside to make sure no one was in the house but nothing was disturbed. They just thought they didn't close the door properly but they knew something was up. The next day my mom was in the house on her own reading a book in the sitting room, when the room became really cold. She could see her breath and felt like something was watching her. She was really freaked out so decided to go to bed. Later that night when everyone was asleep my mom suddenly woke up to the radio playing in the sitting room. She got up and went down to the room and when she opened the door the music suddenly stopped. The hair on her arms stood up and she was really scared and went back to bed. Once she was back in bed the music started again.
A few weeks had past and the activity continued. Lights would be on if we weren't home, doors left open and it felt like you were being watched.
One night dad put me to bed like any other night, it was a little bit breezy out as I could see shadows of tree branches moving in the window. I was only in the room (I slept in the same room as my parents when we lived here) a few minutes when I looked up at the ceiling. There was a black figure looking out the attic door straight at me. I looked away but when I looked up the black figure was gone and the attic door was wide open. When I looked down I saw the black male figure at the end of my cot. He was wearing a long black coat, black hat and had a knife in his hand. I couldn't see any facial features just that he was all in black like a shadow. I stood up in my cot and proceeded to walk down to this black figure. I don't remember anything after that.
I started screaming crying when my mom came in the hairs on her back stood up and she saw that the attic door was wide open. I was shouting "the man, the man" and pointing at the wall. We were both scared and my mom called my dad to come into the room. When he came in he didn't believe that a ghost opened the attic door he just said it was just a back draft. After that happened the ghost never showed himself to me again. We moved out awhile after that to a bigger and happier house.
The shadow ghost never hurt me or any of my parents when we lived there. He seemed to be friendly. A few years after a friend of the family moved into the old coach house he tried to go into the room where I used to sleep in. The ghost wouldn't let him in that room at all the door was always locked even though you can't lock that door. About five years after that a girl at my school moved into the coach house with her family. She and her brother slept in the room I slept in. They saw the same shadow man as I did. They thought someone broke into the house they found out that the house was actually haunted by a man. Shortly after that they moved away.
I was only two when this happened to me and was scared of the dark years after this experience. I still pass by the old coach house but no one lives there anymore. I found out growing up that I am very sensitive to spirits. Is his why the shadow ghost showed himself to me? What do you think?