I know this may be hard to believe but I can remember some things way back to when I was 3 years old. I'm have recently turned 14 now. It all started me and my family moved into a new house in a neighborhood in Tennessee. I can't remember anything when we first moved in because I was only about 1 years old but when I turned 3 I noticed some weird things going on around the house.
I remember the feeling of always being watched when nobody else was in the room. For example, I remember my parents had just bought me a huge pack of stickers and I was sticking them everywhere (chairs, walls, the TV, windows, etc.) and I went into the kitchen to go get a snack while my parents were in their bedroom watching TV. I was alone and I got the feeling that someone was watching me. Being really little, I would always just shrug it off as nothing happened and continue what I was doing. When I was older my mom and dad told me they had that same feeling of being watched sometimes.
The next weird thing that happened to me was when I was taking a nap. I would usually take a nap (even though I hated to take naps) everyday at noon with my mom in her bedroom. We had just gotten done watching the animated movie Spirit (it's about a horse) and the bedroom was dark so we could go to sleep. Right about when I was about to fall asleep I saw something above my head in the air. It was speckles of something glowing with all different colors and it was making different shapes and moving. It was weird. I sat up and woke my mom up and pointed at them and said, "Look Mama! It's a Spirit!" I did not mean the horse from the movie we just watched, which is what she thought I was talking about. She laughed and went back to sleep while I watched it. It was strange but cool. I really meant a ghost when I said "spirit" but I had gotten my words mixed up.
I can remember even stranger things happening in that house. I remember when I would go to bed at night I would have the same dream over and over again. I remember at the end of the dream I would go through this giant water swirly thing (forgive me, I don't know how to describe things) and look down. And when I would hit bottom of it I would wake up suddenly on the floor! And I remembered I would always go to sleep IN MY BED. It was very weird because I would wake up kind of dizzy too. The dream had happened over a long period of time and I would always wake up in the floor in the same spot. So, one morning I wondered if my parents had been putting me in the floor while I was sleeping so I asked them. They thought it was a funny question and answered no. I was still confused though on why I woke up in the floor.
The scariest thing in that house that happened to me though was when it was nighttime and I was alone in my bedroom and my parents were both asleep (in separate rooms). I was still about 3 or 4 at this time. I was dancing and watching The Hulk on my little TV with the lights on. I was standing in front of the TV when I heard a noise. I turned to look at the door and watched it creak open a little bit. I was really scared but I just stood there to see what would happen. Suddenly, the TV turned off and started showing those black and white fuzzies. I took a step back and jumped on my bed while I looked at the door. I was freaking out. Although I was about to reach over to the door to open it, I SAW the light switch turn off and the TV turned off completely! I looked away because I was scared of what I was going to see. A couple seconds later I opened my eyes and slowly I looked over to the floor next to my bed. I saw those same speckles of color moving in shapes of animals. I specifically remember a crocodile... (I don't know if it was my imagination or not but they looked like they were really there). I was familiar with these things so I calmed down a bit but I was still scared of the dark. I walked over to the door, clinging to my bed post, watching where I stepped so I didn't step on the "animal-shaped speckles" and I then stood in front of the light switch. I turned it on, off, on, off, over, and over again, but the lights did not turn on! Then the door cracked open a little more and someone or something said something to me. I can't remember what it said, I just remember it had a very deep voice that reminded me of my dad's. So I thought it might've been my dad so I laughed and answered back saying, "AWW! Daddy, you scared me!" I ran out of my bedroom into the hallway but my dad wasn't out there. So I walked over to my dad's bedroom door which was across from mine. I tried to open his door but the DOOR WAS LOCKED so I put my ear up to the door and I could hear snoring! My dad was sleeping! Scared, I turned to look at the hallway which was really dark and I could hear something coming toward me so I ran into my mom's bedroom and got into her bed! I woke her up and told her I was scared. I slept with her every night until I turned 8...It was a very scary experience.
Later, after we moved out of the house when I was about 5, my dad and my mom shared the experiences they had at that house. My dad was alone in the house and was about to go take a shower when he heard footsteps. Very broad. Distinct. Footsteps. He thought maybe someone was in the house so went to go search the house. Nobody was in the house but him.
Every time my mom would take a picture with her camera in the house there would always be these giant, white, clear orbs. It wasn't a camera problem though. It would always show in different places too. We assumed this might've been a ghost wanted it's picture taken. And my now 11 year old Dachshund, Belle, would always bark at the walls, corners, and thin air for no given reason.
When we lived in that house, the house itself had a very negative feeling or vibe to it. My parents would always fight in that house (punches were thrown). But right after we moved out my parents stopped fighting and loved each other again.
It was later revealed that the house might've been built on an Indian burial ground. My dad said he found multiple arrowheads in the yard and the house was built near a river (which is where Indian burial grounds are usually built near). So I believe that the spirit (s) that lived on the land was an Indian and he had his burial ground disturbed and turned angry. But most of the time I don't think he was there to harm.
I still live in Tennessee but I now live in a different house and area and I live happily with my family. Sometimes I still think about that house and how the people that live there now are doing... Ask any questions and leave comments if you'd like!