I'd like to begin by saying that as a sufferer of bpd, I sometimes have infrequent, mild episodes of psychosis- where I will see, or occasionally hear things that aren't there. Normally I would discredit any 'paranormal experiences' as a symptom of my bpd, however this experience is more difficult to explain.
I often see 'shadow people' in my house, which I've been told is just a symptom of my illness, and so I've tried to ignore them as best I can. (However, it's always struck me as odd that I've only ever seen them in, and around my house, but I've always put that down to coincidence) One night however, as I was watching tv, I began to feel a little uneasy. I wasn't sure why, but I just didn't feel quite right. This feeling continued for a couple of minutes- until my dogs began to growl at the lounge door (it was closed). They then began to bark furiously (which I have never seen them do without good reason- in fact, they very rarely bark anyway). I was starting to get worried, thinking there could be an intruder in the house, (especially as my family were visiting my grandparents and I was home alone with the dogs) when I suddenly heard a loud crashing sound come from the kitchen across the hall, I couldn't see what was going on because the lounge door was closed.
The dogs continued to bark and growl, working themselves up into a frenzy like I've never seen before. I began to hear more loud crashing sounds come from the kitchen, the only way I can describe them is as though there was someone purposefully throwing handfuls of cutlery on the floor, over and over again. This went on for a good five minutes, all the while the dogs were going crazy, and I was glued to my chair, too petrified to move. Suddenly it stopped, and the dogs stopped barking and began to whimper softly, while watching the door. As they did, the lounge door flew open, as though someone had very forcefully ran into it. It was pushed so hard, the handle hit the wall, and the door bounced back to an almost closed position. As soon as this happened, I shot off to my bedroom through the door, not really thinking about what I was doing- I ran to my room and hid under the blankets. The dogs didn't follow me, but stopped barking very shortly after, and the house was quiet.
The next morning, I went into the kitchen, half expecting to find cutlery all over the floor or something of the sort, but it was just as I'd left it, and the dogs seemed totally fine. I didn't mention it to my family when they came back because I was trying to convince myself there was nothing to it. However, over the next few days there were more sounds in the house than usual, tapping sounds, banging, and the occasional crash, with no apparent cause, as well as my dogs being more on edge, occasionally growling. My brother (who is only 14) noticed the sounds, (bearing in mind I hadn't mentioned anything to anyone) and came to ask me what I thought they were, I told him it was just the boiler, or the house settling- I didn't want him to be scared. However, he also told me that the night before, he'd heard 'sounds like someone crashing around in the kitchen', but he didn't want to go and see what the sound was because it 'felt wrong'.
At around this time, I'd been experiencing terrifying and vivid nightmares, and sleep paralysis, which I think is pretty common, so I'm not going to say there's anything paranormal where that's concerned. However, shortly after all the kitchen fiasco, I had one of the worst sleep paralysis episodes ever. I normally see the shadow people when I'm experiencing sleep paralysis, and they fly in and out of view, appearing and disappearing within seconds as I try to move my fingers to start waking up my body. However, this time I clearly saw some kind of creature crouched on my ceiling, it didn't move at all, but it scared me. I can't remember exactly what it looked like, but it was about the size of a child, it had dark skin, and an unnervingly wide smile.
As I couldn't move, I somehow forced myself to fall back to sleep. When I woke up, I thought nothing of what happened the night before, only that I'd had a pretty nasty sleep paralysis episode. The thing that scared me however, was that I awoke with multiple scratches down the left side of my body. Each line had another two lines adjacent to it, as though something with three fingers had repeatedly scratched me. I know it wasn't me, because my nails are very short. My 8 year old sister was also having nightmares around this time, which is unusual for her. (though I don't know what they were about, as she was unable to remember- but I do know she spent a few nights sleeping in my parents' room).
After this final experience, I left to return to university. When I returned home about one month later, everything was fine, and nothing has happened since. If you're interested to know, the house itself is only around 30/40 years old, and as far as I'm aware, no tragedy has befallen any of the owners. However, the house is very close to an old cemetery, (about a 30 second walk away!) and the house is situated on a road where there have been a number of archeological digs, and many artefacts from the Roman Era have been uncovered, so maybe that has something to do with it?!