Look, to be entirely honest I still have no idea why or what it was so let's start. This is also relatively short.
I have a bad past. My old stepfather was an alcoholic and mental abuser. Please don't pity me, but it relates a bit to the story.
When I was five or six we lived with my scary stepdad Jeff and my bathroom was right across from my bedroom with about 5 or 6 foot hallway in the middle. It was a straight shot and with both doors open, from my bed I could see in the bathroom.
One day I went to the bathroom early afternoon while my mom, in a robe, went downstairs to make coffee. My mom is blonde, which is important. So I finish and I come out of the bathroom but I get a bad feeling so I stop short in the hallway, looking straight into my room.
Out of my peripherals I see a blonde-haired woman in a white robe standing by the banister to the stairs, staring at me. Now I'm thinking that can't be mom she's downstairs so I'm freaking out so I did a stupid thing but remember I'm 5-6. I called out, "Mom, Mom is that you, Mom?" It doesn't move, it doesn't look like it has a face but I'm scared, so scared.
So not knowing what to do I run into my room, wait a minute and go back out to hear mom asking me why I slammed the door from the bottom of the stairs, in a black robe.
After that I always heard walking and scratching in my room walls and attic cause, of course I had the attic room. I also one time heard my name being whispered when no one was there.
I'm no longer in that house but it still baffles and scares me today. I think because of it I've always been sensitive to the supernatural. I now can read energies and feel spirits and other things I wish to not say. I also always thought that it was my stepdad's fault all the paranormal stuff happened in that house, maybe his bad energies attracted bad stuff I don't know but that house had and has bad juju. I feel bad for whoever has moved into there.