I was always sensitive when I was younger. I knew that we were surrounded by spirits and could sense when they were near. My High school was situated near an old one room school house that had been closed for somewhere around 50 years. The stories I was able to gather from the older inhabitants of the town were that there were strange happenings in the school and a small group of the younger students were found dead in the schoolroom one morning when the school marm opened the building for the day.
Intrigued, I went to investigate. The doors and windows were boarded up after years of vandalism. I heard the giggling of young children from inside this condemned building and then the patter of running feet.
Shortly after this I began to hear these sounds in the halls of my high school halls when I was alone. There were very few times I felt they were malevolent, but they did keep the malevolent spirits that walked the halls of our school at bay.
Of course, I have many other stories... The town where I spent most of my youth was filled with many haunted places. What happens in the desert... Stays in the desert.
I lived in a house where we could hear old radio stations playing at odd hours of the night and day, and a young woman with long hair walked the halls of our home. She looked vaguely like my mother who had killed herself when I was 12. She had long brownish hair that she would stand near the heater and brush in the early mornings most days. She would move things around and be a general nuisance, but she never did anything overtly evil or mean.