At the age of 4 I moved into a house with my father and sister who was 6 years of age at the time. My parents had just split and we found a beautiful old house. My father bought it and we moved in within a week. After about a month of living there, strange things started happening.
One night my father was saying goodnight to my sister and I (we shared a room), when all of a sudden our bedroom door slammed and we heard running up the hallway. My dad got up to investigate but he found nothing.
From that day things got even more strange. Candles would go out without any draft or wind, with no smoke remaining. Heavy doors would slam shut, lights would flick on and off uncontrollably. We would always hear screaming from what sounded like a woman, but we could never find the source of the sound. We would hear many women's voices and fog would fill one of the larger rooms in the house even during the summer. My sister and I would always feel something stroking our heads as we tried to sleep. It was beautiful and comforting as our mother barely wanted to see us. It made us feel happy and loved.
Wanting to find out a little bit of history on the house, my father asked a few of the locals. We found an elderly lady, she had a lot of information on the house. To our surprise, she was actually born in the house in the early 1920's when it was a midwives' house. The lady also was a midwife herself and had delivered many babies in the same house. She had told us that many women gave birth there and many mothers and babies had also died. She knew of at least 13 mothers who had passed away in agony as a result of limited medical facilities.
A month or so later, my father had found a new partner. So we sold the house and we moved away to live with her. I'd love to return to that house one day and I'll never forget the strange and the beautiful experiences I had.