First of all I would like to apologize for possible mistakes in grammar. English is not my first language.
This story is located in two houses because I moved a while due the divorce of my parents and then moved back to the first house for financial reasons, without my father of course. I live with my mother and sister.
It all started with my family including me moved to the house were I live in today. I was four years at that time. I sleep in the attic. I do not like that room, even today.
This was from my younger years:
I had seen ghosts in my room, staring at me. There were 2/3 girls and a woman in my room. One girl had a dog on her lap, the dog would sometimes bark at me but never moved his place. They didn't made any noises (only the dog would), they would just stare at me.
Because of the bad experience I tucked my head under the blankets and would face to the wall so that I wouldn't see anything, I still do this. I always sense a present there, but eventually I got used to it.
Also in my mothers room my mother and I would sense stuff. When I slept in my mothers room (because of the bad experiences) I would see an old man sitting in the corner. I didn't feel scared, just thinking who that was and why he was here. Later in this story it was the same person: my mothers grandfather.
Then we moved to another house when I was 12 and we lived there about 3 years.
There was the paranormal activity much less and I felt more comfortable there. But I do have some stories.
First a little layout of the house: there was a living room, kitchen and hallway with staircase. The second floor was from the left side to the right: my sisters room, my mothers room, my room and the bathroom.
The strangest and scariest moment was when I heard breathing (see my previous story: Breathing).
Another period when I was going up the stairs I would always had to look into my mothers room for no clear reason at her bed, like someone was sitting on her bed while watching me, I was not scared but more satisfied that someone was watching over me. Later I found out that my mother had contact with her grandfather and maybe that was him.
Sorry for the long story, hope you have found it interesting.