This is the first post that I have made on here, please don't judge it lol. Most of my experiences with spirits and the paranormal are from when I lived in my old house, and so I was 12 years old or younger. Please only good feedback, but feel free to submit your thoughts opinions and explanations.
I remember being in my old house, which was built in 1920's, sharing my bedroom with my older sister. Our bedroom door would fly open and smack the wall, and we'd fight about who had to get out of bed to close the door. I also had a great fear of my feet or hands hanging outside of the covers, I remember feeling as if I had been grabbed and pulled out of bed.
At that house you could see the railing and the stairs heading upstairs from my kitchen and dining room. Every night we would sit together at my diningroom table as a family and eat, then my sister and I would clean up and continue to play. Sometimes, you could hear someone running up and down the stairs. This was something I had grown up with, so it didn't frighten me at all, but I can remember getting mad at my Mom for freaking out about it, wondering why she was making such a big deal out of "nothing."
I was always afraid of mirrors, windows, any type of reflection in that house. I wouldn't look at the mirrors at all, especially in the dark.
This is one of my Mom's experiences. She was outside on our deck one day sweeping, when she heard a loud bang and the glass from the attic window came falling down, she stepped back out of fright before it smacked right where she had been standing. It stood up straight in between the two boards right before cracking. After this incident, she decided that we should move.
Other little things happened in that house. I didn't like to shower, and my I would also hear a fuzzy, sort of buzzing noise whenever I was in the driveway or the garage before hearing voices. My mom says she rememebers me telling her about "the man" and that I said he was always nice and she would catch me laughing at nothing. I also heard my mom calling my name on numerous occasions when she had not.
Does anyone have an explanation or any thoughts to share with me?
I believe that I am sensitive to the paranormal, and my sister (who is a psychology student) believes that I may have also been (or still am) "slightly schizophrenic" or something of the sort.