Everything that you're about to read happened about 12 years ago in a house that I no longer live in. Some of these things I saw myself, others are accounts from my friends and family. My parents, younger brother and I moved in to what we thought at the time was a fairly normal house; my dad seemed sort of uneasy but shook it off as nothing.
The first night when I was unpacking my room I heard a tapping on the wall, which at first I dismissed as the house just "settling" but every couple of minutes there would be a "tap tap tap." Confused, I went and found my mum who was in the next room and asked her if she knew what it was, she just shrugged it off as being my imagination and so did I.
Everything was calm for a few nights after that until my brother, who would have been about seven, started screaming in the middle of the night. I got up to check on him, thinking he'd had a nightmare but when I stepped into his room not only was it freezing cold but there was a strange smell, sort of like a spicy scent. I believed in the paranormal and knew of the signs so went to fetch my mum, who of course once again told me it was my imagination. She sent me back to bed and tucked my brother back in.
The next encounter is an account of what my friend said she saw when she was sleeping over. She said she awoke to the feeling of a cat or something like that jumping up on the bed; we didn't have a cat. A bit shaken she rolled over so that she was facing where I slept only to see a large tall figure standing over me. As you can imagine she tried to wake me but by the time she managed it, the figure was gone.
Around this time my dad had mentioned that he had heard the distinct voices of three different people arguing in the lounge room, but when he went to investigate there was nothing there. He was a strong believer already so came to the conclusion the there was something in the house.
From this point on things started going missing only to turn up a few days later in the middle of the hallway. Only recently my mum confessed that she'd been woken by a tapping on the bed, only to be confronted by a figure dressed in a long dress with a distorted face hovering over her. She said she'd gone to scream, only to have the "being" sort of absorb it and pelt back its own scream.
We soon moved out of the house, my dad not wanting to have to endure another haunted house as he'd grown up in one. After we moved out everything calmed down for us but not for the people who moved in after us.
We were close to our next door neighbors so would still go to many of their parties, so luckily for us we got to meet the new tenants. They explained that the walls would be tapped on, that disembodied voices would call their names and that they would constantly see shadowy figures flit around the house. After we told them our experiences they soon moved out. I now keep an eye on the house and find it funny to see how many families move in and out.
I'd like to know if any of you have an idea of what had been going on or what could have caused this. It would help a lot with my understanding and helping of others. Thanks.