When I was little, me and my family lived in a small house in NSW (New South Wales), the house was pretty normal but by the time I became twelve things got strange. I have a Brother and a Sister and lived with my Mother, me and my sister got along pretty well so I always told her about the things that happened to me.
First off I would like to note, when I was eleven I was given a locket by my Father. On the day the clasp broke shiat started happening. It's just a random fact, it's probably just a coincidence. But me and my Father didn't have the best relationship at the time, so it's a fact I take into account.
Anyway, one weekend around noon, my Sister, Mother and Brother went out shopping. While they were gone I heard crashes and the sound of glass smashing, but found nothing to be broken. My cat started staring at my closet, clawing and hissing at it, but whenever I opened it she ran away only to come back once it's closed.
A week later I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a woman crying, I got out of bed and walked around the house but found no one. I went back to bed but couldn't fall asleep, due to the sounds of heavy breathing and footsteps echoing through my home.
I waited another two weeks, again waking up around at night around one in the morning. I felt something dig nails into my ankles and neck, hearing heavy breathing and a little girl screaming bloody murder.
My house has three different voices or ghosts, Jason, (the ghost who threw stuff around with my first experience,) Lilith, (the crying woman, from my second experience,) and Polly, (a little girl who was murdered on my street, and apparently died on my front lawn, she is the ghost who screamed and stuck her nails in my neck).
Anyway, yeah. If I have any paranormal experts read this, please tell me what to do, or if I should move.