When I was about 10 me and my family moved into a new house, number 11. We lived in the town of Brentwood in the UK. It was the nicest town I've ever known. And number 11 will always be the place I remember as home. From the start it was obvious that the place was already occupied, heavily. Simply put you could just sense 'others'. My experiences and the experiences of my family were mostly sensing things and feeling things... For example my mum and another family member who would stay occasionally would both complain of feeling somebody or something sitting on them while they tried to sleep. It started with the feet, and as time went by progressed to someone/thing sitting on the chest area. Neither one who experienced this suffered any kind of sleep disorder or mental health issue.
There was always a negative feeling to the house, but not to the extent of making life unbearable. Just a little uncomfortable sometimes. Personally an issue I had was walking up the stairs alone. The hallway at the top of the stairs always carried a kind of darkness. It was so heavy that you could sense someone standing there staring at you but you could never see them. The presence was male, I and others always got that feeling that it was a he.
My younger sister would complain that someone was always knocking on the bathroom door while she was in there. She simply asked it to stop and after a while it did.
In the day time, never at night, I used to catch glimpses of someone sitting on the stairs. A man in a white suit. I remember he had brown hair and would smile. I'm unsure what to make of this as I also used to see another man sat in exactly the same spot on different days only wearing a black suit. Which I find/found strange. I wonder if it was the same man I'd seen only wearing a different coloured suit... But as far as I'm aware ghosts/spirits etc can't change their clothing? What a person is wearing at the time of death stays with them after death, or so I've always believed.
My brother's bedroom was next to mine and my younger sisters. He is a year and some months older than myself. Late at night, every night, he would see a tall man stood in his room watching him. He described the man as being angry, being evil, having long hair and disturbingly a severely cut up and bleeding face. Sometimes he said the man would appear closer to the bed.
I had some school friends over to my house, my mum had gone shopping in town so it was just us. It was a bright day so we were hanging around in the garden wasting time. Truth be told my best friend got a little uneasy in the house on other occasions, though (until that day) she hadn't actually had an encounter, she just didn't like the way she felt in the house. Like she was being watched etc. Anyway at some point someone looked up (I really can't remember who) and was staring at the window in shock prompting the rest of us to follow her gaze. And there we saw looking back at us the less than friendly face of an old man. All I remember of him is that he was frowning and had white hair. His skin was very white too almost as white as his hair. Not long before we were to move out of the house my mum learned from a neighbor that an old man had in fact lived and died in the house (of natural causes I'm sure) so I feel validated in that.
Also we had a cat ghost. A little black one. He/she was never bothersome. There were times when you could hear purring and other times of feeling him/her brushing against your legs (often in the kitchen). All sightings of him/her were fleeting, you would just catch a little glimpse out of the corner of your eye. My mum had a friend over one day and we were all sitting in the living room having tea/coffee when she (the friend) smiled and said "I didn't know you got a new cat" to which we replied we hadn't and she looked toward the doorway stating "but...I just saw it run out of the room". No one had mentioned anything regarding the cat spirit to her beforehand.
The one scary experience I had in that house was while I was bunking school (skipping school/skiving whatever it's called lol). I'd decided to make the small cupboard under the stairs my 'den' and often locked myself away under there. I'd left the house in the morning 'to go to school' (knowing it was shopping day) and snuck around into the garden. I kept vigilant and when mum left the house to head into town I let myself back in via the backdoor. My siblings were definitely in school. My brother hadn't been staying at home anyway and my little sister had been dropped off at her school by mum earlier that morning. So I was 100% alone in the house. After lounging around for a while I retired to the 'den' to hide in case mum came back and caught me home. It was a small cupboard. Just big enough to sit in. I had a couple of books etc inside and a torch. The door had one of those ball latches? (I actually really don't know what those things are called) but basically the door wouldn't shut like a normal one (why I felt safe inside because I KNEW I could always get out) so all it needs is a gentle push and it'll open easily. After a while I decided to get out (I needed the bathroom plus my legs were getting cramped) so I pushed the door. It swung open as normal and I was just about to climb through when the door came slamming back into me forcing me back inside the cupboard. I was scared instantly. I knew what just happened shouldn't have been possible and I knew something was on the other side and had aggressively forced the door closed on me. I tried to push the door again and it was obvious that something was leaned against it on the other side stopping me from leaving. The door ALWAYS opens when you push it, even lightly, something had to have been pushing against it. I tried again and got it opened a crack only to have something ram against it keeping me trapped. I know I was panicking by this point but I don't think I was crying. It went on for what felt like a year until finally after a lot of hurtling myself at the door the 'presence' abruptly disappeared and I tumbled out onto the floor shaking and confused... And terrified. Everything was normal. Nothing had fallen against the door etc the hallway was and had always been empty of any kind of furniture. I checked the house and of course I was alone. I didn't care to hide after that point, when my mum got back I looked so scared that she didn't even bother asking me why I was home. She just asked me what happened and helped calm me down.
Sorry if those encounters aren't terribly exciting or even particularly well written/described. I have done my best. On a side note, something else I began to experience in that house (which has followed me to other homes which have had spirits etc leading me to believe it is a ghost provoked phenomenon) was seeing these strange droplets of mist (not water... A misty grey opaque series of droplets) falling from the corner of a door frame, mostly as I was about to walk through. There were always three... They would fall in a line, one after the other and disappear midway never reaching the floor. I'm curious about this most of all...I'd like to know if anyone has ever experienced the same? Keep in mind I am not talking about water. I have researched my experience and all I could find was others talking of droplets of water which is definitely not what I've been seeing in these haunted places. Thank you for reading.