This is my first story and is quite a short one so I hope I reach the minimum character limit.
The first experience I can remember was when I was about 6 or 7 years old. It was in my family home in the evening time. We lived in a housing estate that is only 40 years old.
I was standing in the bathroom with the door opened behind me washing my hands and face getting ready for bed. My older sister was talking to me from our bedroom when all of a sudden I heard a clanking noise (like heels on a wooden floor). I stopped paying attention to my sister and focused on the noise. The more I listened the more it sounded like someone doing an Irish Jig. I then heard a male voice saying "yeo" gleefully and then along with the dancing sound a very faint music began to play. It sounded like old Irish music. I knew it wasn't the tv or anything as my mam had turned it off as she was going to bed with a book.
I was interrupted by my sister then asking what I was staring at and if I had been listening to her or not. I told her what I heard and a look of horror appeared on her face. She was so frightened that I told her I was only kidding. It hadn't frightened me and I felt guilty for scaring her.
The next morning she questioned me on it and asked if I thought I'd heard a ghost but I didn't want to frighten her again so I told her I was just messing around.
It would be years later when I'd hear anything again and a few more until I saw anything.
Hope you like my story, I recalled it to my sister lately and she wasn't as scared now to know I had genuinely heard something. She still said she was happy not to be living at home anymore aha I always was the harder one to scare:)