Twenty-three years ago when I was 14, I lived with my mum, dad and younger sister in a house in the north of England. The house was fairly modern (around 20 years old). The house had gas central heating (radiators in every room) but my sister's bedroom (which was the smallest of all the bedrooms) was always freezing cold. Next to her room was my bedroom. Here is where I witnessed what I believe to be a ghost.
At the time my room was covered in posters of Bros (I blame my hormones!). I also had posters of James Dean and Marc Bolan up as well. Well, I say I had posters of James Dean up but actually they never stayed up on the wall. I would stick them up and as soon as my back was turned they would fall off the wall! They didn't seem to fall quietly though, they sounded like they would slide down the wall, making a lot of noise. I remember sticking them back up and looking at them for a good minute (maybe longer) and they would be up, as soon as I turned around they would be off. All the posters were stuck with the same blue tacky substance, the Bros posters stayed put and so did the Marc Bolan ones! In the end, one by one as the James Dean posters fell off the wall. I never bothered to stick them back up again.
One night I was fast asleep in my bedroom when I suddenly woke up. I had white fitted wardrobes running the length of one wall (which was the adjoining wall with my sister's room). When I awoke I saw a man walking slowly towards my bed from my wardrobes. (It wasn't pitch black in my room as the street lights outside gave off enough light for me to make out where my dressing table was and where the TV was etc.) I could see the darkness of the man against the whiteness of the wardrobes (the doors were shut).
He seemed to be paralysed down one side because as he took a step forward he would drag the other side of his body into line. I remember staring at him thinking I was imagining him and if I stared hard enough he would disappear, he didn't! He kept on advancing slowly towards my bed. He also appeared to be very short in stature.
As he got closer, fear got the better of me and I sat bolt upright in my bed. Petrified, I took a deep breath. With that, the man looked up at me and then back down and took a step backwards, dragging his body back into line. This continued until he reached the wardrobes. He then finally disappeared. Once he was gone I legged it out of my room so fast I don't think my feet touched the floor!
I told my parents but they both said they hadn't witnessed anything unusual in that house or felt it was odd in anyway. My sister told me that a friend of hers would play in the back garden before we moved in (when the house was empty) and see that the sliding doors in between the kitchen and dining room would be open one day and closed the next.
I am still puzzled to this day about what that man was doing or what he wanted and whether or not the whole James Dean posters thing was connected with it. I've tried to do some research on the house but found nothing.
Also, this was my first experience but not my last. I will post my story about the flat I used to live in soon. Thanks for taking the time to read my story.