As a kid, I was always scared of my house. In the middle of the night I would be slapped across my face, have things fall over in my room and on one occasion had something fly across my room.
The most scary experience I have encountered lasted a few weeks. It was actually at my friend's house (we were both 13 at the time).
I was in her room reading a magazine before going to sleep and she was brushing her teeth. I heard her laugh awkwardly, telling me to go away. I asked her what she was going on about and she dropped her toothbrush and started to squealing.
I won't lie, I was petrified as I didn't know what was going on but I went to see she was okay. She was as pale as a sheet of paper. She told me she saw someone looking in the bathroom. All she saw was their eye at first (it was one of those sliding bathroom doors) but apparently the woman stepped back and my friend saw she was wearing a white night dress and had curly grey/blonde hair.
Although I had my own experiences from a young age, I couldn't help but feel she may have been over tired and her mind was playing tricks.
The next day I went home but got a phone call in the evening from my friend telling me to go round ASAP because she had seen her again. This happened a lot.
Then a few weeks later we were at her house watching a film (Stephen King's Pet Cemetery out of all things to be watching!) Anyway, we could hear footsteps coming down the stairs but neither of us thought much about it as the walls were extremely thin and her neighbours stairs ran down the same wall so we assumed it was them.
But the living room door burst open, banging off a table which slammed the door shut again. We both hit the floor and looked under an arm chair (which was arched at the bottom) and we both saw the woman's feet! They were pale, almost grey and extremely veiny. She wasn't some faded 'ghost'. She looked like a living human. As she walked on, she seemed to have disappeared. But no, because then the kitchen door did the same thing but stayed open just a couple seconds longer.
We ran out seconds to the garden seconds later (that is where we assumed the woman was going). And I am sure this is just the biggest coincidence but it just added to the situation... There was a dead pigeon at the top of the garden.
We took that day as the woman's dramatic exit. I am sure she wasn't connected to the house as nothing scary happened before.
Seeing that foot haunts me to this day. I shall be posting more stories soon. I have so much to tell!