We have lived in this house for the last 7 years. The room that is my bedroom is the former garage. It now has carpeting and everything functional to be a bedroom. The people that lived here before us made it.
Anyways, before it was my room, it was my parents' room. My mom used to always tell me she could hear things while she was trying to sleep. Like people whispering in the closet or someone walking by the foot of the bed. I didn't believe her because when she was out of town I would sleep in her bed and wouldn't hear or see anything.
That all changed though a year after my father died. He passed away in 2012 so this is recent. My mom and I switched rooms to accommodate my niece's kids that we had taken in. I got her room, the kids got my old room and she moved her bed into the dining room so she could be close to the baby who's crib was in the dining room.
My first night in my new room wasn't bad. I didn't hear a thing and slept like a baby. But the next night I heard whispering in or by the closet. I went and pulled back the curtain to see and there was no one there. It was like a hush hush kind of whisper. Like I knew it was voices (at least 2) but I couldn't make out what they were saying. So I laid down, got ready to go to sleep and I hear what sounds like someone popping the top of a beer can open, which is odd because we didn't have beer in the house, or soda cans. So I got up and walked to the kitchen (which is right outside my door) and no one was in there, all the lights were off. I walked back into my room shut the door, heard whispering again this time it was a little louder. Still, I couldn't make out what they were saying. I could tell it was two males though and one was upset/angry.
Two weeks later I was sitting in bed working on some papers for my job when out of nowhere there was a slight gust of wind that blew them off the bed. I bent down to pick them up and I could feel someone pull on my pony tail, like they were trying to pull me back up onto the bed. I sat straight up, a little freaked out. Looked around and the whispering started again, but there was some soft laughter. Like the guys were having a good time.
I don't know much history about this house except it was built in the 20's and the back room was added on at some point. But that's my story. I still hear whispering every night or something touches my shoulder. I don't feel threatened by it.