Background: I had never experienced anything paranormal, or even thought of the idea. I was a kid, and anything involving ghosts would keep me up at night. I never had paranormal experiences until a couple years after my grandmother passed away. I think she's connected to it somehow, but I know none of these experiences were her.
My first paranormal experience was when I was about eleven years old. My cousin and I were outside playing with my new volleyball on my trampoline. It was a sunny, cloudless day and we were just being kids. We hit the volleyball too high, and it flew up and over the net surrounding the trampoline. I was laying on my back, sideways, staring out the net at the falling volleyball. Instead of hitting the ground, the volleyball stopped moving at about the height we were sitting on the trampoline (about four feet above the ground). It was like someone had caught the volleyball, yet there was no one. For a split second I thought I saw a black figure standing in the yard holding the ball, but it may have been my eyes playing tricks on me because of the position I was laying in. Anyway, the volleyball threw itself back over the net and onto the trampoline, like someone had thrown it back to us. My cousin and I were so freaked out that neither of us would touch the volleyball. We left it there for the entire day.
My parents eventually made me bring the volleyball back inside. I didn't want to see it, so I hid it in my closet. Over the next year I would begin to think my closet was haunted because the door would open and close randomly. My friends and cousin refused to sleep at my house because they had stayed over previously and witnessed it open or close at night. At that point I was labeled the girl who lived in the haunted house.