My story first started when I was around the age of about 14. I had always been interested in the paranormal but never had any experiences prior to this one.
I was laying in bed in the early hours of the morning when I was awakened by my covers being pulled off me slowly. I gripped them but the force was too strong, then the same happened to my pillow. When I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer my alarm clock went off. I walk across my room to turn it off and notice that there aren't actually any batteries in the clock, after which I hear a bang come from behind me and all of my books had fallen from the flat top of my desk to the other side of my room onto the floor.
About a year later now I had switched rooms with my brother since the last experience and whilst sleeping we all hear a huge bang coming from our living room and then above from my old room (the third floor room). My brother came down saying that he had been pushed out of bed. After that we went to check what had happened downstairs to see that the mirror above our mantlepiece was on the floor, smashed. The kid's toys were all laid out on the floor like they had been tipped out of the box and my mum and step-dad's wedding photo had a slight crack.
A few months ago now I was babysitting my little sister and we decided to play hide and seek and I had to find her. I left my room and saw her just turn away from the bottom of the stairs running and laughing so I follow her and see the door swing open. So, assuming that she is hiding behind the door, I open it and see nothing. Nobody is there. And then I hear her calling for me from upstairs... Yet I know I followed her down.
Later that day whilst putting her to bed I hear the back door slam shut and loud talking and assume that my parents are home so I go down to welcome them only they aren't there. They actually arrived home 2 hours later.
Recently me and my mother, who are exceptionally close, both seem equally sensitive to the paranormal, share a bond from being the only people having to deal with my abusive father and are the only ones in the family with blue eyes, were talking in the living room when we smelled a strong tobacco scent and heard cutlery shuffling from the kitchen. After this she said, "I hope Hillary (her mother-in-law) doesn't see the crack on the wedding photo" because she was visiting. A split second after that the photo fell to the floor and smashed: the glass, and even the frame. My younger sister (aged 5) walked in and said, "Why is Jimmy on the floor?" Jimmy is Hillary's husband, my mother's father-in-law and was in the wedding photo that fell down because he was ill at the time of their wedding. He also died shortly after, however long before my sister was born and she has no way of knowing who he is or his name. Aside from this photo there is also a photo of me at my prom on the mantlepiece in which there is a crack through my face.
I have checked the house's history and the previous owner, a man, did die here of heart attack. Aside from that it could either be my deceased great grandmother, my grandfather or my step-grandfather (Jimmy) as they were all very close to me and my mother.
Sorry for the long winded story. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.