It all started when I was about 6. I would be laying in bed going to sleep, and I would hear someone whispering in my ear, they would ask me questions, like what was my name (I can't really remember what other questions there were, but they were usually yes/no questions) I would answer them. No one else was in the room with me, my sister was usually on the computer downstairs because she's about six years older than I am and my mom would be in bed. My dad worked the graveyard shift at a halfway house. I never remembered it the next morning so I would go about my day. I'm not really sure when it stopped but I haven't had that problem since.
Another reason why I believe I may have had some way to sense spirits when I was younger it was in 2004 when Hurricane Charlie hit, my dad took my sister, mother and I and we went to stay at one of the of the guest houses his work had because we needed to evacuate our house and the walls were concrete and it was the safest place to be. I was terrified of the guest house. I told my mom we needed to find somewhere else to stay because I wouldn't be able to sleep in there. I told my mom I felt like someone died in there. My dad said that he was pretty sure someone had. I remember the feeling, it was like my stomach fell to the floor and my chest was tight and I was scared. I had never had this happen before so we left there and I felt way better.
What kicked the activity back up in my house was when my mom redecorated the garage. She had done this because she was opening up a 24 hour daycare. There was this little boy who used to stay overnights who was deathly afraid to sleep in there. He used to scream that there was blue man with electricity that would touch him and it would shock him. He had two siblings that were with him and they had no idea what he was talking about. At this point I was about 12-13 years old, I wasn't afraid of ghosts and didn't believe they were real and I thought he was just having a bad dream. But it happened constantly. He was terrified of sleeping in that room so we moved him into the guest room and he was perfectly fine. I didn't believe him and I didn't believe in ghosts. My mind was changed a few months later.
I was sleeping in my room and I heard something out in the living room. I believe it was about two or three in the morning and I was trying to figure out what the heck it was because it was very audible. I thought it might of been my sister doing something. I realized my sister was out and my mom was asleep in the next room. My parents divorced in 2008 and he hadn't lived with us in 5 years. I slowly came out and the wood coffee table was being moved around. I was terrified. I turned on the light and THERE WAS NO ONE THERE, NO ONE WAS MOVING IT! I ran back into my room shut the door and hid under my blankets. I didn't sleep at all that night. I haven't really experienced anything like this again.
The last story and the most recent was a few weeks ago. My mom shut down her daycare and since the garage is bigger than my room, I jumped on the opportunity to move into it. I had stayed in there one night and I woke up to the sound of one of my snow globes playing music. Which was weird because no one had touched them but me and I don't usually wind them up to play music, all I did was set them on a really high shelf when I moved in there. So now once in a while one of them will play music. Another thing that has happened in there was I had just started to wake up and all of a sudden I heard someone breath into my ear. I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room and I was sure I flipped out for nothing, I brushed it off believing it was just the end of a dream. A few days later I had woken up in the middle of the night. I couldn't move my arms, they were being held down and they were burning like someone was touching me with a hot frying pan. I had realized this was probably sleep paralysis so I started to wiggle my toes and after a few minutes I could move everything again. Every time I look down my hallways there is always this dark figure of a man staring back at me. Almost like it's a shadow, but I only see it out of the corner of my eye and it disappears when I look directly at it.
Sorry this is so jumbled, I am bad at explaining things. Is it all in my head? Or is it a spirit?