I'm not really sure about how to introduce the story so I'll just tell you a bit about my house. It's about 20 years old and we are the second owners of it, also that we live across from a graveyard and we have a black cat. I'm not superstitious but you might be.
Anyways we moved here when I was 6, and at first I thought this house was awesome. But then I started to hate being in a room alone, I wouldn't go downstairs, and I wouldn't close any doors. Even now I am scared because I can feel that someone is looking me.
My first real experience happened when I was about 7 or 8. I had been sleeping when I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that my bed was shaking back and forth, as if someone was jumping on it. I was to scared to look up so instead I hid under my blankets, and started to scream for my parents to come. Eventually I got brave enough to look up at the door, but regretted it instantly. It looked as if my whole room was shaking back and forth, and I felt sick. I could see a figure in front of me and it looked like a woman with long knotted hair, wearing a white dress. She was holding a knife in her hand and I screamed even louder. My mom called back to me and asked what I wanted so I shouted to come. The woman in white started to take steps back until it looked like she was hiding in the guest room across the hall, but my room was still shaking. My mom took a step inside and instantly it all stopped. But when she left the woman was right by bed again and the room was shaking, and she was reaching for me. I screamed for my mom again and the same thing happened again, the woman left. My mom left again and she came back. This happened over again about 3 more times, and I was begging for my mom to stay. I ended up sleeping with my parents but had nightmares for a week after about the woman.
My second experience was when I was about 9. I was trying to fall asleep, and everyone else was already in bed. I decided to be stupid and look at the guest room, which scares me to no end. I was looking at the beds wheels (it's a weird bed that rolls) and I saw the woman's face looking out from under it. She smiled a nasty smile at me, and the took the knife she was still holding and plunged it through her head. She looked at me again and the blood was dripping down her face in patterns. Then she ducked back under the bed and left a smear of blood on the floor. The next morning when I looked there again there was a black stain by the wheel.
Now it's 4 years later and whenever I take a shower or I am home alone, I feel pressures on the back of my head and I can hear people yelling, or heavily stomp around the house.
I don't want answers, I'm just sharing my story because I would like to know if someone else has experienced something like it. But answers would be nice to.
(p.s. No religious stuff please, not to be dis-respectful, it's just that I don't have a religion and don't really care for those things)