I live in a really old house built over 3 centuries ago and have done for 17 years. I have grown up accustomed to the house, and despite the endless ghost stories from local people and ex-owners I had never experienced a spirit myself, and my family seldom talked about it, until around 5 months ago.
My boyfriend came over for the night, and as I live with my parents he slept upstairs in my room and I slept of the sofa in the living room. As it was winter, my Mum lit a fire to keep me warm while I slept, and after saying goodnight I went to sleep. After what I guess was a couple of hours I woke up for no reason, but I felt no sense of fear at all. I guess it was a couple of hours since I had fallen asleep as there was still some light coming from the fire so it couldn't have been much longer. I raised my head, and in doing so was able to see what looked like a hooded boy.
His hood was slightly back to reveal a shiny bald head and he looked quite young so I immediately assumed it was the spirit of a teenager, and thought later that the baldness could indicate a cancer sufferer. I pushed my feet forward to the front of the sofa, where he was perched, to determine whether this was an actual person who was, for some reason, in my house, however I felt nothing, and as more of a shock to me there was no coldness and the dogs were sleeping soundly. After a few minutes of looking at me fondly, the spirit leaned back, laughed silently with his head thrust back and faded.
I wanted to ensure that I hadn't built myself up into seeing things, and so spent a while, in the same position, studying the curtains behind where the apparition was to try and make out a face. After being unable to prove myself wrong, I hid under the covers and forced my eyes closed in a childish 'if I can't see him, he can't see me' in fear of the spirit returning, although I didn't sense a bad atmosphere.
In the morning, I built up the courage to tell my boyfriend, when he realised I wasn't joking he blurted it out to my parents. My dad told me that there are priest holes in the attic, and possibly in the back of some of our (10) fire places, and asked if I might have seen some sort of monk. I recognise this as a possibility as it was too dark to see any colour on the hood and I don't think I saw whether it was a hoodie or a hooded cloak.
Also, my mum has recently been telling me about what looks like a soldier which she sees regularly if she is arriving home late. I think that this is beautiful as my mum is a stay at home mother for me and my 4 siblings and therefore hardly goes out, however when she does she feels that we are guarded. There are rumours that Oliver Cromwell stayed at my house with his soldiers, which could be a reason for the guard.
This is the url to a very old photograph of my house