I was 15 when my dad, my best friend and I moved into your average three bedroom, two bath house that was painted a light pink. We took to calling it "The Pink House". The house was not new but not historic either. If I had to guess, I would say it was probably built in the 1970's.
The layout of the house is kind of part of the story so bear with me for a minute. Walking in the front door, towards the right side of the house, you walk into the living room. To the right is a small dining room followed by the kitchen. At the back of the living room is the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. The hallway formed an L shape. The door to my bedroom was closest to the living room, in the short part of the L. The air conditioner intake was right across the hall from my bedroom door. Turning left down the hall was my friend's room (back middle of the house), bathroom opposite her door, master bedroom at the end of the hall.
Almost immediately after moving into this house, my friend and I started hearing, seeing, and feeling things. In the year that we lived in that house, I think my friend may have slept in her room (back middle of the house, remember) maybe twice. She generally slept on the couch in the living room. Her room was always freezing, even in August in Texas heat. We both felt uncomfortable in that room. We also had two cats that would not go in that room. Almost constantly I heard air disturbances. As I said, the A/C intake was across from room. Any time I was in my room with the door open, I would hear the air disturbance, what sounded like someone walking down the hall. At first I figured it was my friend or my dad, but after a while realized most of the time, it wasn't them. It happened so often, it got to where my mind didn't really acknowledge it anymore.
We didn't eat in the dining room but had a desk with the computer set up there. I used to spend a lot of time at the computer playing solitaire (before the days of everyone having internet). I would also hear the air disturbance of someone walking behind me here too. Like coming from the living room, through the dining room, into the kitchen. Also while on the computer I would sometimes listen to music with headphones. I always had it up so loud, my dad sitting on the couch maybe 3 feet away would have to yell to get my attention. One day, I had the headphones on, music blaring, and I hear a little girl whisper through the headphones, "Tiffany", my name. This happened more than once.
Another day, it was evening, and being the teenagers we were, my friend and I had several other friends at the house, boys naturally.:) All the guys and I were in the living room. My friend was hanging out in my dad's room. I believe my dad was at work at the time. Anyway, I picked up the phone in the living room to make a phone call. I heard a girl talking but the words didn't register. This was an old corded home phone. I just assumed it was my friend on the other phone in my dad's room as we were the only two girls in the house. I said, "Oh, I'm sorry." Then clear as a bell, I hear a girl say, "That's OK." I hung up the phone. Then I start thinking, that didn't sound like my friend. It sounded like a girl maybe 11 or 12. My friend was 17 at the time and sounded totally different from the girl I heard on the phone. I went back to my dad's room and asked her if she had been on the phone and she said no, she hadn't used the phone all day.
The weirdest thing that happened, that I think may explain a lot, was a semi-shared experience between my friend and I. It was about 7 pm. My friend and I were home alone. I was laying in my bed with my back to the open door reading a book. My friend was asleep on the couch in the living room. I heard the air disturbance again, but as I said this happened so frequently that I barely even registered the sound. A couple minutes later, my friend comes in my room and lays on the bed with me. She asked if my dad was home from work. I said no, why. She said she woke up on the couch and although she didn't have her glasses on, she saw a man in a white t-shirt walk down the hall, past my bedroom, through the living room and dining room, into the kitchen. The man then stopped in front of the kitchen sink, bracing his hands on the front edge of the sink, kind of leaning over the sink. She looked away to put her glasses on and when she looked back, the man was gone. Obviously, I heard what she saw and this is what I had been hearing the whole time we lived there.
So here is my theory, I believe the man was a residual, doing the same thing over and over. Walking from the bedrooms to the kitchen, stopping at the sink. The little girl was more of your average ghost. She liked to play. I think something bad happened in that back middle bedroom involving the man. Maybe the girl was connected to him, maybe not. In the years since, I have tried to find out the history of the house but never managed to find anything. The last time I drove by, over 10 years ago, the house was no longer there. All the houses on that street had been torn down and rebuilt.
My friend and I have been friends for almost 20 years now and have talked about the things we both experienced at this house and other places. We have come to the conclusion that when it comes to spirits, she is very visual and I am very auditory. She never heard the air disturbances like I did, and I never saw anything.
I would love to know the history of the house but after all these years, I don't know if I can even remember the exact address.