Here are a few odd experiences I have had. They've always freaked me out and I'm not really a strong believer of ghost or the supernatural. But, because of my mum, I am quite superstitious although not entirely sure where I really stand on those kinds of things.
- When I was about 9 or 10, I used to see things in the corner of my eye. In the house we lived in at that age, the bedrooms were situated toward the end of the house and you have to go through this hallway to reach every bedroom (mine was right at the end and my parents' were on the right at the beginning of the hallway).
At that time my little sister was about 4 or 5 and she always ran to my parents' bedroom when they weren't home and when she was angry at my older sister. One day when I was walking past my parents' bedroom, in the corner of my eye I saw a little girl wearing a red shirt and black shorts crouched down by the bed, her head buried in her arms so all I saw was her black hair. At first I thought it was my little sister crying and thought that I'd see what was wrong but when I walked back and looked in the room nothing was there. I dismissed it by thinking my mind was just playing tricks. I don't know why though, but I never liked that hallway and I was always too scared to walk through it. I always felt so weird about it.
- My family and I move around a lot and in this particular time, we were living in a one storey house that was smack bang in the middle of the cul-de-sac. At this time I was around 13 or 14 and my mum had entrusted me with a mobile phone, only to carry to school so that I can call my dad if he was running late to pick me up. Anyway, I was sharing a bedroom with my little sister and we had a bunk bed, I was on top. One night my phone rang at around 2:45am-ish and it was loud! It scared the shait out of me. I climb down the bunk bed and flip it open and it said no name, so I mumbled "Hello?" but dead silence on the other side. I kept saying hello a few more times and eventually gave up. I decided it was the boys from school playing a prank and put my phone on silent and went back to bed.
The following night it happened again, the blaring ringtone and no name appeared. This time it was closer to 3am. Again, after a few hellos there was nothing. I told my friends at school about it and we all agreed the boys were just being pricks.
The following night, I remembered to put my phone on silent and went to bed. That same night my phone went off again but it was unusually vibrating on the table really loud, like it's almost as if it's my ringtone! The same thing happened, a few hellos, silence, no name but this time it was around past 3am. I started to freak out because I've always been told that 3 is the devil's number. I was called 3 times, 3 nights, all leading up to 3am. It never happened after that.
- This has been happening to me for a few years, but not since, I don't know maybe 18/19? Anyway, I've had many instances where I'm not alone, like someone is behind me following me. I have literally learned to walk like a crab against a wall so I don't feel this way. When I walked through the halls at school on my own, I would feel like I'm being followed or in my own house, walking to the bus stop, just anywhere I go where I was alone. I, of course, felt a little scared but I wasn't that scared for my safety just my mental well-being really, like I had nothing to worry about.
It doesn't happen anymore, maybe I was just paranoid growing up? But my mum always told me that my grandad has always helped me even when I was a baby and that my birthday lands before his death and after his anniversary with my grandma. So, to give myself positive thoughts, I always just think my grandad was looking out for me until I was all grown up and I didn't need him (see Doctor Grandad and Guardian Grandad, it might make more sense).