When ever I told my father that something strange would happen, he would shake it off, make an excuse. Up until recently my father has convinced me that he doesn't believe in anything paranormal. I've experienced several things over the years but nothing that scared me. I often hear footsteps and knocks and such. Occasionally I have seen figures but I never can see them properly, only if I glance somewhere.
May I just say now that I have a bad case of anxiety and insomnia (I have gone 6 days with no sleep. I tend to go days with no sleep then a couple of hours one night, then it starts all over again) and other mental issues. I may also have schizophrenia which I am still finding out. As I'm sure at least some of you know, sleep deprivation can cause hallucinations. Some symptoms of schizophrenia are hallucinations so I can imagine some of you will think this is all in my head. Maybe it is but maybe it isn't. But I am certain there is SOME paranormal activity in my father's house.
Recently my dad confessed that he knew there was something in the house. He reassured me it was nothing bad. He explained to me that the people who lived here before were an old couple. The man died of a heart attack when in the garden and the woman died in her sleep. Dad told me that when I was little I would talk to a so called 'shadow man' and would follow him round the house. Apparently when I was 4 the shadow man led me to the top of the stairs in the middle of the night where I fell down them. I don't remember any of this. Since then nothing really serious like that has happened.
Not long ago I was in the bath and I heard slow footsteps coming up the stairs. It was 5 in the morning (I hadn't slept so I got up to wash and make myself look nice for a change) and dad wasn't back from work yet. I was on my own. I tried to ignore the footsteps but it was really eerie. They were very slow and each time I heard one I got more tense. When they reached the top of the stairs I leaped out of the bath, wrapped a towel round me and hid round the corner by the toilet. The footsteps continued out onto the landing and I heard two small knocks on the bathroom door. I yelled "Go away!" and I heard the footsteps go slowly back down the stairs. Once at the bottom, I ran into my room and locked myself in. I stayed in there with the TV up loud and the light on until it was light and I was convinced it would be okay.
I've also been downstairs and walked into the kitchen to see a cupboard open, I've closed it and gone back out. Then the next time I went in a different cupboard would be open. Once again, I say it's nothing that really scares me, just little things I notice.
My dad is a lorry driver and works throughout the night so I am left on my own in the house all afternoon and night. It's when it's getting into the evening that things start to happen more often. I decided to write this today because I was sat in my room trying to calm down from a near anxiety attack when I saw an old man standing at the top of the stairs in the hall. My door was only open ajar so once I looked back, the man was gone.
I opened the door and went to stand where the man just was. It was very cold and I got goosebumps on my arms. I looked back in my room and once again I got a glimpse of the man at the foot of my bed. I ran downstairs and told my dad. He shook it off and said, "Just because we have some company doesn't mean you have to make up that. You see them all the time." I left it at that and got on the laptop.
So here I am now. I thought I'd share this as I found it interesting and would like to see what you think. Hope you enjoyed reading this. I apologise if it is poorly written, I'm not a professional author after all.