So this is a story about the haunting experiences I have had in my old house that I lived in from the age of 8 to 14. Besides the paranormal experiences, this was my favorite house that I have ever lived in. So I live in a big family, there are six kids total and I am the second oldest. The other residents of this house were my mom, dad and granny plus our 2 dogs, 1 cat, 15 chickens and my sister's bunny (which smelled HORRIBLE).
So this particular house was older (built in the early 1930s they think) it has 3 stories, 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It was a BEAUTIFUL house. Me and my sister Elizabeth shared a room, she is two years older than me. She is now 17 but she was 10 when we moved in. And that was the first room I noticed weird things happening in.
It was 2 months after we had moved in and me and Elizabeth were playing a game (I don't remember what game) but we heard a knock at the door but the door was open so I figured it was our brothers. So I got up to tell them to go away but nobody was there and when I confronted them about it they said they didn't do it (which they may have but I don't know).
Then a few days after this occurred I was going out to feed the chickens and the back door was already open... Now being the wimpy little 8 year old that I was this scared the crap out of me because nobody else had been outback that morning. So every time I had to feed the chickens I made my brother go check if the door was open, AND I DID THAT FOR 5-6 MONTHS.
So the next haunting was when I was was getting on the bus for school. As I sat down I looked out at our house and one of the windows was open and it was the one in Granny's room. Granny was very sick and couldn't leave bed... I never told anybody this but when I came home it was still open and none of my siblings noticed so I just ran up to the room and closed it and asked granny, who had woken up, if she had opened it and she said no. That's all I can remember from that year.
My favorite room was always the dining room. It was painted a light yellow, with dark brown wooden floors that creaked a little. It had lots of big windows but it was the most haunted room. It was were I always did my homework there by myself. Everybody else went to their rooms. But one day when I was sitting with my feet up on the chair and I heard creaking as if somebody was walking. I looked around but there were no sign of anyone. I just froze as the creaking continued. Our dog Danny (he is a black and tan hound) was laying next to my chair but he sat up and started growling, then the creaking stopped. After that day I did my homework in my room.
When I was about 12 I was making myself a sandwich and I love mustard so I opened the door to the fridge and looked at the condiments and it wasn't there so I checked the whole fridge and no sign. My brother Josh is the only other person in the house who likes mustard so I asked him If we ran out or if he left it on the counter and our dog Izzie ate it (that has happened before and Izzie is a Husky btw). He said no so I went back to the kitchen and there it was. Sitting on top of the fridge was the mustard.
Another night when I was 13 it was like 1:00 am and Elizabeth was at a friend's so I was by myself in our room that night. I was watching Twilight I think. Our room was set up with 2 twin size beds with the headboards against the wall and the foot of it coming out, with our bedside tables in between them. Then on the opposite wall was our TV and dressers on either side. The wall in between those two was the wall with the door and all of Elizabeth's artwork and her stupid bunny cage, and the wall opposite of that had one big window and our wardrobe that we hung our shirts in.
My bed was closest to the window so I always looked out it at night but as I was watching my movie, I was getting tired. So I rolled over on my side facing it and I saw a reflection of the outline of a man. My parents were asleep and it was too tall to be my brothers so I rolled over and it was gone. I got very little sleep that night. When I woke up the door was open, I was sure I closed it.
When Elizabeth got home I told her about it and she believed me. She actually told me that one night around 2:30am I was asleep but she was awake listening to music and the wardrobe doors and a couple of the dresser drawers opened a little bit all on their own. We didn't tell our parents, actually we still never have. This is all I will share for now but stay tuned for more.