This is the next set of inexplicable occurrences I have experienced. Following up from my last story that was published, you might want to read the other one to fully understand my family. Since those happened, we moved to a new house just around the corner in 2011 due to my mother falling pregnant. But before this, she had suffered a miscarriage which deeply affected us all.
First, in the upstairs part of the house there is a long corridor that leads to my brother's room and mine. A few months of being in the new house, I was walking along the corridor when I heard foot steps behind me, running. I assumed it was my brother and turned around to tell him to stop running - but no one was there.
Secondly, for a long time now, it's even happening in the present, while I do the washing up I see a small girl running past the kitchen door. At first I assumed it was my little sister and ignored it, but when I saw it again, I noticed this little person was dressed in white and disappeared when it got to the back door and onto the patio. This freaked me out and I told my mum. She then proceeded to tell me that whilst everybody had been out and her and her mother (the clairvoyant) had been having lunch in the living room, they heard running foot steps upstairs. My grandmother said she thought it was the spirit of my mother's baby who had died, and she just wanted some fun. Like I said, I still see this little girl in white run past the door and now I just smile.
Another thing - my little sister (aged 2) was sitting at the bottom of the stairs when I was looking after her. I had the tv off as I was reading and I heard my sister talking. This was nothing unusual until I realised it was as if she was talking to someone as the conversation was like a call and response. All of a sudden the stair gate situated at the bottom of the stairs clicked like it had been opened and I heard someone climbing the stairs. I run out to the hallway to find my sister sitting at the bottom with the gate firmly shut.
Finally, yet again I was looking after my little sister while my mum and step dad had gone out for a run. My sister was at the table in the dining room painting in her high chair. I went to the loo and when I came back one of the paintings she had done and I had put on the other end of the table to dry was on the floor. This struck me as odd but I left the painting there to show my mum when she got back. I proceeded to do the washing up and keeping a close eye on my sister. Afterwards, I went back into the dining room and saw the painting I had left on the floor was back on the table.
These are not the only occurrences in the relatively new house and I will post more soon.