This is my first story so I apologize if I go on a bit or the punctuation isn't up to scratch. Its hard to focus on one story because there are so many, I will be posting more, hopefully, however they may not be in order but I will try to explain them properly.
I have had many experiences through my life but by far the most "active" ones have been recently. In the beginning of 2006 I was told I had partial kidney failure and I had to have quite a few operations, during that time my mom and step dad kindly asked if I'd like to move in with them and my five younger brothers so they could help look after me and my three year old daughter while my partner was at work. Thinking it would make things easier we agreed and moved in with them. Not long after virtually everybody in the house had some sort of experience.
I should also tell you that the house is called Old Castle Farm and is situated in a very small village that is more of a hamlet really as there are only twelve other houses around. Our house dates back to the 15th century and still has the original beams in the original part, since the house was built it has been extended a few times. The bedroom that myself, partner and daughter moved into was in the original part of the house. The door way to my bedroom is tiny and at 5ft2 I still have to duck to get through. Opposite my bedroom door and also in my youngest brothers bedroom are priest holes. I have been told that these priest holes were used to hide priests.
During the first couple of weeks living there I saw shadows, heard voices, footsteps, the kitchen chairs sliding across the floor in the early hours of the morning, during the day when everyone was at work or school it sounded like people where walking around upstairs or opening dresser draws, which can all be explained somehow, such as its just the age of the house, echoing, my imagination etc. But I've also heard wind chimes a lot and we don't have any.
One day after just getting out of the bath my daughter came running into the bathroom "mommy there's a man in our bedroom" bare in mind we are alone in the house, I start to panic thinking someone has broken in, and I'm stuck as to get out of the house I'd need to go past my bedroom where this man is. So grabbing my daughter I crept down the landing to the point where I could see my bedroom door. I could see into the main part of the bedroom but it was empty and I couldn't hear anything except the birds outside and my own heart beat. I slowly crept forward so I could see further into my bedroom, there was no one in there.
So I actually went into the room still holding onto my daughter, the room was empty and no one had come out of there otherwise I would have seen them. Putting my daughter down I went to check under the bed, just in case, "he's behind the door mommy" the only thing is that when the door is open it actually rests virtually against the wall so I knew nobody was behind there. Suddenly my daughter runs out of the room down the corridor to the top of the stairs laughing "quickly mommy we have to catch him" this was the first time my daughter saw this man, unfortunately it wasn't the last and I'm not sure whether its the same person that she see's because now she won't go upstairs on her own even during the day.
There have been a few times that we'll be walking down the hallway upstairs and she'll stop in her tracks and the look on of fright on her face... It scares me.