I don't know exactly when I stared seeing and feeling the spirits of the dead, but the first time I remember it happening I would have been around 12 years old. It started a few weeks after we moved house, I started feeling uneasy when I was on the landing and the stairs. I didn't tell my mum how I felt and kind of assumed that it was just because I was in unfamiliar surroundings.
As time passed, I would still feel uneasy, as if I was being watched; however, I also began to see shadows moving from the bottom of the stairs heading across the passage and into the living room. I would see this shadow both when I was alone and when others were in the house. I should say at this point that as young as I was I was very interested in paranormal events but didn't really understand much about it.
As I grew older, maybe around 14-15 years old, I didn't feel the same sense of unease in the house, but I did still feel that the same spirit was still present. I developed a strong feeling that this was a young girl. By this time, I had spoken to my mum about the feelings I had and the shadows I had seen. As it turns out, she had also felt like someone else was in the house. Around the same time my family life had taken a turn for the worse. My stepfather was drinking a lot and would come home and cause arguments with my mum.
One night when I was around sixteen, my mum and step dad were again arguing loudly downstairs. I found myself sitting at the top of the stairs, just I had done many years ago before my mum and dad divorced. I remember feeling the same girl's spirit around me at the top of the stairs, the same spot where I had felt her originally. I didn't feel scared or uneasy, I just remember being glad that I wasn't alone. The feeling was so strong that I turned around and saw the girl sitting cross legged on the floor behind me.
This wasn't a fleeting sight, she sat there with me for a few minutes. I remember exactly how she looked. She had dark, wavy hair, which fell to about her elbows and she was wearing an old fashioned white nightgown. I looked away when I heard the kitchen door open. My mum was on her way upstairs and I didn't want her to know I'd been listening to them argue. When I stood up and turned to go back to bed, I couldn't see her anymore.
I felt the girl's energy around me until the day I moved out and would see her on the landing now and again. I always felt like she just wanted to be friends, never had any reason to feel fearful.
After I moved out, I was talking to my mum about the incident at the top of the stairs and that's when I found out that my row of terraced houses was used as a 'field hospital' for miners of the local mine and their families.
I think the girl may have died in the hospital and just hasn't moved on yet. I really wish I had known more about the paranormal when this was going on. I wish I could of helped her and I think about her often, even now, nearly ten years later.
I would love to hear your opinions on this experience and I'll be posting more recent experiences soon