This is my first story on the site. It happened (I believe) when I was three years old. My mother told me this one, so I am not very exact about the details of the experience. Back when I was three, (1996) we lived in a two-story house. My brother and I slept downstairs, and I don't know where my mom and dad slept. Well, my mother would check on my brother and I every night.
One night she came in our room and was standing near my bed; she felt someone tap her shoulder and she thought it was my dad, who may have awoken. Though, when she turned around to face him, there was nobody to be seen. This was first to happen.
The next experience was mine and my brother's. I enjoyed going up stairs in that rock house. I guess it was because of the feeling of being in the air. I was up there one day, and I went into the closet and felt someone push me from behind. I turned around and saw no one there. Being a three-year old, I ran downstairs. Similar occurrences happened, though these I either don't remember or were never told. (I have HORRIBLE memory).
My mom was suspecting there was something supernatural going on in the house, so she called my cousin John to come check out the house. He went into our room, and nothing strange happened. He checked upstairs, and again, nothing out of the ordinary. Until we began walking back downstairs. My brother, Kris, who was seven at the time, fell (very forcefully) down the stairs. There were at least 20 stairs or so. My cousin, John, ran to Kris, picked him up, and ran outside. (along with everyone else).
John did not like that house. My mother finally hired a priest to come and bless the house in the name of Jesus Christ. My dad was at work the whole time. That year we moved out of the house. (Not because of the ghost).
That is all I can write for now. I'll keep y'all updated!