I was born in Northern Ohio, where I lived until I was around ten (when my family moved to Kentucky) and had never had a paranormal experience until that time. The drive from my home town to our new house (a small house that was roughly a century old) took roughly six hours, and it was late at night by the time we arrived. Some of a relative's other family members were helping us move into the house, and the other children were helping my younger brother and I move our stuff into our new bedroom-the attic-while the adults started unload the moving truck.
At the top of the attic steps was a small piece of wood (maybe three feet by two feet) leaning against the wall, covering the storage space. Once myself and three other girls (all around my age) reached the top of the stairs, we heard pounding on the back of the wood and a young boy yelling for help. We dropped our boxes and darted down the stairs looking for my brother, who was the only boy, only to find him sitting in the living room floor talking to some of the men. Needless to say, I rarely went into the attic at night and spent most nights watching Harry Potter until the sun came up before falling asleep.
We had lived in the house for about a month when a strange leak developed in the dining room. Strange, because the leak always seemed to move to a different spot if we put a bucket where it had been, and there was no water damage on the ceiling to indicate where the leak had come from. It was also strange because the spot always seemed to take the shape of a booted footprint.
Around this time, we got a small dog (a Jack Russell terrier) who would sit up with me all night. On one night, while I was watching TV, I saw a glimpse of a shadow in the dining room and assumed I had woken one of my parents up with the TV. When I turned to apologize, I saw a shadow that was obviously a man walking slowly from one side of the room to the other. I began speaking loudly to our dog, hoping he would notice me, to no avail, and once he reached the opposite wall, he vanished.
I continued to see the man on an almost nightly basis until we moved shortly after a snake somehow ended up in our closed living room and my mom (being terrified of snakes) decided it was time to move.