I should say before starting that I'm a firm believer in an afterlife.
When I was five my family moved from living with my grandmother (my mom's mom that is) to our own house. My family was never rich so we ended up living in a neighborhood with row styled houses. The neighborhood itself is on the North side of the city of Pittsburgh, my hometown. It has been said to have been built upon a cemetery now I don't know for sure if that was the case. But I tend to believe it to be.
So I was the middle child out of five having two older brothers, two younger sisters, and weird things started when I was 13. I was always the last to go to sleep so I was always the only one up. I'd hear footsteps that started from my mother's room and stop at my sisters. I never thought much of it cause nothing ever happened to cause alarm. But my sisters always spoke of seeing a man standing at the foot of their beds with red eyes. Then at 16 I'd see shadows approaching the shower when ever I'd bathe. The shower was in the basement; a place I did not like going much.
The first time it freaked me out a little but I eventually became annoyed and would tell them to back up and they would. So I never really was scared until I reached 27. I was living with my sister after having moved back to Pittsburgh from Ambridge, a city 23 miles to the north. It was three am and I went down stairs to watch "Family Guy" which I had missed at eleven. When I noticed a chill in the air at which point the living room quickly grew cold, I mean shivering cold! Thinking it was weird I grabbed a jacket and returned to watching television.
It was not until I noticed a softball sized orb of white light hovering about chest high next to me out the corner of my right eye that I began to feel frightened. I was also feeling a mix of curiosity as to what it could be so I did not run though that was my first reaction. As I sat there the orb began shinning brightly and the light expanded out from the orb.
I turned my head to the right and watched as this happened. I was even more freaked out than before but sat there and continued to watch, my curiosity growing and getting the better of me. By now the light had started to take on a human form and I could feel that it was feminine from the energy it was giving off. At some point I stood up and backed away from the couch two steps and heard it say in my head "don't run." How or why I was able to hear it in my head I did not know at that time but I do now. I'm psychic, but that's another story for another site. Anyway, I turned my head away from the sight before me and looked towards the stairs contemplating bolting up them at light speed.
After looking away for the second time I noticed the orb was gone. Upon seeing that I turned off the television and promptly headed back upstairs. Needless to say I did not sleep that night. I couldn't, I was too frightened by the event that had just transpired.
I have never had another such encounter since. Though I have felt someone sit on my bed as I retired for the night after moving into my own place in 2009. Also I'll feel the occasional presence as well as the occasional tug on the back of my shirt as it falls back into place as if it were raised.
I nearly forgot to mention that the day of my gram's funeral she visited me. My gram, being my dad's mother, passed before Thanksgiving which I knew she would when I went to visit her with my father. I felt someone watching me as I lay there trying to sleep. I realized immediately it was my grandmother but someone else was with her but I did not recognize the energy I felt and could only assume it was my grandfather. I never got to meet him since he died when my father was a child. Actually both of my grandfathers passed when my parents were little.
That's my story nothing much has happened since I grew older but I do hear the occasional unexplained noise in my apartment, though I live alone and one time felt someone sit down on my bed just as I was getting ready to go to sleep. But I don't fear it since nothing bad has ever happened.
I welcome feedback.
After reading all of this and from interacting with you here, I think I have a better understanding of who you are. I can see we have much in common as far as our childhood situations are concerned. Whether you agree or not, I believe we both suffer from 'middle child syndrome'. I don't know know if it's a real thing, but it sounds right to me. That wasn't meant to be funny ha-ha, more like funny as in the irony of it. Also, 'hearing' things the way you do is one of my things as well. It is no surprise we butted heads from the very start, we probably had to if we were ever going to find a way to get along. Not saying we have completely gotten past that point, but we're on the path to getting there. When you grow up hard, as we have, fighting back just becomes part of our nature. I found it harder to learn not to fight with my fists than my mouth. So now I just let my words run their course because it keeps my fists from getting all balled up. It's too hard to type when they get like that.
I also believe your epilepsy opens the door to being more inclined to experiences of a paranormal nature. I would think that puts you in the category of SUPER SLIder.
The footsteps are real. We can tell the difference between creaks in the floors and real footsteps. Anyone who has ever heard it knows the difference. My question is about the white orb of light. Have you ever figured out who or what that could have been?