I'm in my 20s I have no memories of my childhood (well from before the age of 12).
Warning, sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes. I'm typing this on my phone trying not to shake too much.
I used to live in a 17th century house that had servants rooms in the attic and a separate stairway from the attic to the kitchen.
Anyway all I have for memories are old photographs and my imagination, plus the stories my family tell when intoxicated.
Some of the stories are:
When my family first moved into the house, they couldn't close the doors as they would rattle and swing open, especially at night but they didn't set the alarm off.
My aunt used to live in the attic and used to see a little girl in a white and blue dress going up and down the stairs.
My mum says that myself and the spirit of the little girl were best friends. I was always talking to thin air, that there was always a cold spot on my right side.
Numerous family members used to hear crying from the part of the attic that was closed off.
My mum's boyfriend at the time saw a small hand print in a puffer coat I used to wear.
When my mum used to take me shopping, she always heard me giggling and pointing at nothing.
When my grandad closed off the servant stairway from the attic to the kitchen the house went crazy. There was scratching on the doors, shouting from the cellar etc...
There are only two things I remember of that house and they are the cellar and one night that scared the hell out of me.
I was terrified of the cellar, it just felt horrible down there. Like you were being watched by someone evil, you could always hear heavy footsteps and low mumbles.
This one night I remember so well, I was 13 at the time and we had everyone over in the back garden drinking. It was about 11 at night and I couldn't sleep, I was lying in bed when I felt like I couldn't move. After a while I managed to move my head to the opposite side of the room away from the door and I saw a small girl wearing a tattered white and blue dress mumbling 'he's nearly here' over and over. I started to hear footsteps on the landing, thinking it was my aunt I faced the doorway. Walking into my room was a man and woman, dressed in an old doctor and nurse outfits but they were covered in fresh and dried blood. I was frozen with fear I couldn't take my eyes off the doctors black hollowed eye. I don't think they noticed me at first when they stopped next to my bed. He looked me straight in the eyes, I felt like I was drowning in despair. I managed to finally move then he started to lean over my body, I rolled over the other side of the bed and ran out of the room and out side as fast as I could.
Oh, about why that girl might be special for you, because it is "believed" that spirits can only communicate with people with same "wave", like listening to a radio but the thing is our brain could not really tune up to match the "wave" that a particular spirit gives out. So I will say only the "chosen ones" will be about to see or sense the spirits, yes, and what I want to say is you might be one of those special people. It is just my guess but you can hang around the site to see if there would be useful information around there are all sort of people here whom might be about to help you out! Cheers!