In the spring of 1965 my family moved to a tract house in a subdivision that once had been part of an estate. I do not recall how soon after we moved that I started seeing what looked like a man's foot in a boot, with the pants leg going down over the heal. This appeared in front of the TV as I as laying on the floor one night. At first it scared me, but I never said anything to my mom or stepfather.
Not long afterwards I began seeing the swirl of a long skirt in a yellow calico fabric in the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was if a woman was doing something. I always felt like she was cooking, and her movements made the skirt of her dress move. No one else said anything about seeing these two things and I saw them so often it was routine and never bothersome.
I always had the feeling our home was built on the site of a log cabin from long ago and what I was seeing were moments from the owners' lives. Except for that first time I was never afraid and as long as I lived in that house I saw them. My step-niece lives there now and I have no idea if she has ever witnessed them or not.
It seems I have been in tune with things beyond this life since I was a child, and I have always just taken them in stride, just the way it is for me. I have seen and experienced things since the age of ten. Some visual, some auditory and a few ESP things that have gone beyond what everyone has happen from time to time. I always have felt like it is due to my Scottish and Irish ancestry.
As I travel on in this life I try to keep an open mind to the fact that there are things which happen that "logic" cannot explain away.