Not too long ago I wrote about seeing my grandmother, 'nanny', at my grandparents' old house. Don't worry if you haven't read it, it doesn't apply to this. I was so pleased and blown away by the kind responses I received. I guess I'm so used to being called a liar or other things online when I try to relate my experiences. Thank you for that, and now I feel comfortable enough to tell about the experiences in my house.
I don't want to say my house is haunted, to me that implies that the experiences are almost daily and powerful. No, this is, um, more low grade.
The first episode happened probably about 8 months now, maybe longer. In my upstairs hallway we had 2 stacks of floor boards (2 in a pile), about 5 feet long and quite heavy. I must stress these have been there for more than a year. My brother and I were in my room, which is just steps away from the boards, and my Mom was downstairs. As we were watching TV or playing a game we heard a huge crash. Mom comes up and we look in the hall and all 4 packs of floorboards are thrown about the hallway. These just didn't fall over (and hard to imagine they did since they've been there for over a year or longer) as one of the pack was five or six feet from the rest near the end of the hallway.
We were standing around kind of talking about what we're seeing when an equally huge BANG happens downstairs. I'm not going to lie, I felt a huge fear in the pit of my stomach. I lead the way and go downstairs but there's nothing fallen. We check the basement and nothing there either. Whatever made the huge crashing sound left no trace, it felt like it was literally just below us, but it almost felt like an echo of the first bang if that makes any sense. It was pretty scary. I have since rearranged the floor boards into 1 pile against the wall and nothing further happened.
Okay, fast forward a few months and I'm in my bed sleeping. I snap awake, not sure why but I sat straight up in my bed and there was a shadow figure at the end of my bed. It had its arm up in the air and it looked like it was holding a knife or a hammer, and I screamed. Yes, I'm a man and I'm telling you for the second time I screamed, the fear was immense. When I screamed I closed my eyes. Within seconds I can hear my mom running up the stairs to see what's going on. I open my eyes to try to warn her (like that'd help!) but the shadow figure is gone.
A couple weeks later I'm in bed again, and it's probably around 1 AM. I'm laying there, thinking about my father who passed away a few years ago, when I feel the end of my bed sink down, like someone sitting there. My heart jumps in my throat, I feel the fear and I look down expecting something, but there was nothing. Not a minute later I hear my mom yell, she just experienced a weight go down on the side of her bed too. It's really freaky how at almost the exact same time we both felt the weight go down on our beds. I don't think it was my father, there was no comfort in either of our rooms.
The next morning the phone rings, this is early, like 6 AM. My mom answers and right away she said she felt the hair on her arms go up and get the chills, the same way I am as I'm typing this. She says hello, but gets no response, but on the other end she can hear faint conversations, but in hush tones. She says hello a couple more times, then she hears the scariest thing she ever heard. A little girl giggles and says hello. Mom hung up the phone and looked at the caller information from the call, Unknown-Unknown is what it said. Now this might not seem scary to you, but Mom says just the way she laughed, and the way her voice sounded, it wasn't natural. It sent chills through her.
A few months later I'm laying in bed, trying to have a nap and quite overtired. I doze off, but I wake up feeling the inside of my bed pushing up in my back. The bed itself wasn't moving, just the inside of the mattress. I can feel it moving up into my lower back, over and over. It takes me a minute to process what's really going on, then I get annoyed and say "Stop it! I'm trying to sleep!". The poking slowly subsides and I fall back to sleep without further incident.
Now we're up to just a couple weeks ago, I was in my bed sleeping again (I nap a lot because I'm recovering from cancer) and I wake up the damn shadow figure is back at the end of my bed. This time it lunged right at me, right THROUGH me and I guess out the wall behind me since head of my bed is up against a wall. Of course I screamed, I covered my face and screamed "NOOOOO", I felt the chill as it passed me. It happened so fast, within 5 seconds it was over. I was shaking. Then I got angry, I said "Come on, do it again! You only do it when I'm sleeping, you're a coward! I'm not afraid!". Now in hindsight it's not the smartest decision I made taunting the ghost, but I was just so damn angry. I don't want to feel fear where I lay my head.
So that's it, if you made it this far thank you for reading. Nothing has happened since and maybe nothing will, that's why I'm leery of claiming my house is haunted. I bought a voice recorder after the floor board incident but received zero EVPs. It disappoints me but it's probably a good thing. Our house was probably built in the 70s, only had a family or 2 live here before us in late 1980s. To my knowledge there's been no deaths, but about 200 meters down the road is the local graveyard. It's not a big graveyard, maybe a total of 100 at most (yes my father is there). Alot of them are older tombstones. Anyways, feel free to respond if you have any ideas on what it is or if you had similar experiences.