So, it's been quite some time since I submitted my first story to this site, but I have always been lurking. I've decided it's time to document another one of my experiences.
I lived in the same house in West Palm Beach with my parents from the age of 2 to about the age of 23. One semi-common occurrence was that I would be sitting in the living room watching tv and I'd see a solid white shape quickly pass by from left to right, coming from our open sitting area and heading directly towards my mother's office or study room. There was about a five foot opening for it to pass by. This always happened very quickly, and I assumed I was just seeing things. Then, one night, both my parents and I were all sitting together in the living room. The shape passed by. All three of us looked at it at the same time. Upon realizing that we'd all seen it we shared that we had all seen it numerous times. My mother even said that sometimes it would stop in the middle of the open space and seem to look at her, but every time she looked directly at it, it would dash back into the study. We all acknowledged this, but honestly it felt harmless and never did anything else so we just lived with it.
Now, my room was directly next to my mother's study, but I never experienced anything there. However in the 90's when our house got our first computer and dial-up internet, I had cause to use my mother's study on occasion. For the first hour or two the room felt fine, but slowly a feeling of paranoia, tension and almost a feeling of anger would build in the room. It would get slightly colder and I would find myself looking around and swearing that I could see small movements out of the corners of my eyes. The small noises of things being moved would begin in the back of the room (this room was also used for storage so it was full of furniture and things). This would generally be too much for me and I would eventually leave. My mother spent more time than anyone in that room, so I asked her if she's ever experience anything like I did. She said that nothing ever happened to her in there. It wasn't a huge problem, it seemed rather confined to the room, so once again, I just let it be.
Now, my most frightening experience with this room came about when I was about 15 because my grandparents came to visit. Being family, they got my room and my mother put an air mattress in the study for me to sleep on. I had my apprehensions about sleeping there, but I told myself I was being stupid and I bit the bullet. As I lay in the complete darkness in that room on the air mattress, I quickly began to feel energy stirring and that angry paranoid feeling in my gut. Just sleep, you're being stupid, I thought. Then the noises started in the back of the room. Being interested in the paranormal as I am, I decided to wait it out as long as I could to see if things would escalate. The noises became louder and the feeling of not being welcome in the room increased. At this point I was getting quite frightened, I heard things shifting around on the shelves in the back of the room, and the room grew colder. Then it got more intense, I felt that whatever it was was now directly above me staring down, and it wasn't happy. This is when I heard something breathing. Something that wasn't me. I held my breath to make sure I wasn't crazy, I heard a long wheezy breath. The feeling of anger in the room was palpable now, It wanted me out. Needless to say I'd had enough. I dragged the air mattress into our living room and slept in there.
Several years later, my best friend married a woman who claimed that she could sense and often see and talk to spirits. She did always have some interesting stories to back it up and never bragged about it or used it for personal gain. It seemed to frighten her, although she said she was used to it. My friend and his wife came over to my house when I was 23 to pick me up, and my parents invited them in. We were heading towards my room to get something and suddenly my friend's wife points to the study and says "I don't like that room, something is in there". Now, I had never told her or her husband about any of my experiences in there, so I kind of just looked at her in shock.
I have since moved on and so have my parents, someone else owns the house now.