This is a paranormal experience of my Mums its told in her own words and from her perspective.
I'd just started dating this great guy and as we were getting to know each other he mentioned in passing that his parents' house was haunted. He had pranked me recently about a ghost with a chainsaw in the woods so I of course thought he was bullshiatting and laughed it off. I didn't know at the time that he was actually telling the truth.
A while into our relationship we fell in love and he convinced me to move into his parents' house while they were on an extended holiday. I refused at first due to the house being old and having a pan toilet which I considered to be disgusting. He insisted that living there would be cheaper and we'd be able to save more money for a house in the future. After much contemplation I agreed and we moved in a week later. Strange things happened from the start, things moving on their own, weird sounds and footsteps when no one else was home and the feeling of being constantly watched inside the house. I immediately understood my boyfriend's apprehension and like him could only shrug it off and learn to live with the bizarreness. A year later we agreed to get married not long after the birth of my first child. I was never really afraid of whatever lived in the house, that was until this one morning where everything changed...
It's around 5am and I'm in bed starting to doze off after sending my fiancé off to work and putting my daughter to sleep in the bassinet beside my bed. It's quiet this early in the morning, the faint glow from the street lamp outside peeking through my curtains only allows me to see outlines and shadows. I'm almost asleep, when I hear a creak from inside the house. This is normal for an old house so I ignore it and relax back into bed. A few seconds later I hear a sudden loud crash that echoes throughout the room. With a gasp I sit up muscles tense. It sounded like someone had charged at the wall like a bull and slamming their whole body into it. I try to listen for any movement over the sound of my beating heart. Nothing happens for a long time. Eventually I started to rationalize to myself; 'it was probably something falling over or a car backfiring or perhaps even the neighbours'.
After a bit more time I laugh nervously and tell myself it must have been my imagination. I lie back down, trying to go back to sleep. A few minutes later as I'm beginning to relax it happens again (BANG!). With a shout I leap out of bed, grab my baby, close my bedroom door and cower in my bed. I'm curled around my daughter, breaths coming in gasps as I try to calm my crying baby who clearly senses my terror. I stay there listening to the loud bangs that occur around every 15 minutes, praying that whatever it is doesn't come in. This finally ends when the sun starts to rise.
From then on I begged my fiancé not to leave most mornings but I knew that we needed the money so that we could move out of that nightmare house. This occurred not once but many times throughout my residency. I always hated it when the darkness crept in and the ghosts slithered out of the shadows.