I am sure I will post more stories as time goes on, but let me start with my very first paranormal encounter. Or what I believe was my very first paranormal encounter... I can't exactly tell you the age I was. I was young. I had to still be in elementary - MAYBE early middle school because I still had my pink bedroom.
Let me describe for you the room. When you walk into the bedroom I had a antique white shelving unit that had books and my radio on it (amongst other knickknacks). The radio that I had at the time was your standard AM/FM radio with a cassette player in it. In order to turn the radio on you must push the switch over from "Off" to "AM", "FM", or all the way over to "FM STEREO". When the radio was on "FM STEREO" a little red dot of a light would turn on. Across from the door, adjacent to the wall with the shelving unit was my window. Opposite the shelving unit was my bed, and the dresser was on the remaining wall. At that time I did sleep with my door open, because I never had experienced anything to frighten me.
That night I was sleeping soundly and turned in my bed, waking me a little and I stared around the room. I used to like to look at what the room looks like in the dark. Suddenly my radio went on. I thought nothing of it, considering I was tired enough where my brain was not registering that someone would have to MANUALLY turn it on. I got out of bed and turned the radio off. On my way back to bed it began to register, but at the same time I though perhaps I had fallen asleep with it on.
Settling back down to go to sleep I stared at the radio - almost as if to dare it to turn back on. It did. All the way over to "FM STEREO". But it sounded like "AM" or at least it was very static and I could barely understand what was coming out of the speakers. That was enough. I knew I had a good radio station on it just a moment before - how was it not working now? All I wanted to do was run to my parents room. Only problem was I would have to run past the radio and possibly whatever had been trying to listen to some tunes.
I bolted! I was heading into my parents room and happened to glance in the dresser mirror as a giant shadow figure flew from one side of the wall to the othe r- exiting the house through the wall. I fell to the floor hoping whatever it was wouldn't find me. As I lay there on the ground next to my parent's bed I saw a card. My mother had her room clean mostly, so to find a card on the floor in an envelope was just strange. It had my name on it. It was from my deceased Grandma. After that I went to bed. Ever since I haven't been the same.