I have lived in the same house with my mum for 18 years, we've never moved. I don't live in some big, old, fancy house, I live in a 2 bedroomed house, slap bang in the middle of a row of houses; in a city in England.
I've had many experiences in and out of my house, but my very first experience happened in my house.
It was my 11th birthday and I was having a sleepover with some friends, altogether there were 6 of us. My mum had kindly given up her bedroom (it was the biggest) so we could all fit. The night was fun until we all decided to tell scary stories, and since I was the youngest and I have always believed in ghosts they never failed to scare the shiat out of me. However, it was my idea to sit in a circle and pretend to talk to the 'spirits' like is seen on a TV programme. So there we all were, in the middle of the bed in the middle of the room holding hands and giggling like 11 years old do. My friends decided to start talking to 'them' and asking 'them' to come forward. It was pretty dark and the room was lit by an office light which we had dimmed right down. Nothing actually happened until I jokingly said, "If there's anyone here knock on something, or do something to give us a sign you are here." That was when the candle on the windowsill was knocked on the floor and the wardrobe door opened and, as you can imagine, we all ran out of the room screaming.
My mum was so mad that we'd all got ourselves so frightened, so we were sent back upstairs and told to watch a film. We did as we were told and we all huddled up in the double bed, all of us too afraid to lay on the floor. I remember watching Peter Pan and halfway through that's when the tapping started. I thought it was one of the other girls and told them to stop it because we would get in trouble again. But they all swore it wasn't them. We all held our hands up and listened in silence as the tapping grew louder. I have no idea where I got the courage to do it from, being the youngest and the smallest in the group, but I got up and opened the wardrobe door where the noise was coming from. Sure enough it was empty. I left it open as I got back in bed and we continued to watch the film. The tapping didn't happen again.
It was dark in the room when I woke up, we'd all fallen asleep and the TV had gone on standby. I could hear one of my friends crying and I figured she was home sick or frightened from the earlier events. I asked her what was wrong but she just shh'd me and pointed to the wardrobe door, there was dark figure stood next to the door. Like a shadow. I tried to shout my mum but the words were just a whisper. I literally couldn't move with fear, like I was paralysed or being held down. I remember saying, "Go away" to it over and over until eventually the wardrobe door slowly shut and it was gone. Nothing else happened that night but none of my friends would sleep over again.
I told my mum about what had happened the next day and she didn't believe me, but a few weeks later she got rid of the wardrobe claiming she 'just needed a new one'.