Growing up it seemed to me that a lot of strange things happened around me, especially in my house. The first really strange experience I had was when I was four or five years old. I was lying in bed, unable to sleep, when I heard a woman start to sing a lullaby. I sat up and looked around, but my room was empty. The only TV in my home was at the other side of the house, so I'm pretty sure that is not what I heard. I don't remember know how the singing made me feel. Although I was so young at the time that I can't be 100% certain that the experience was not a dream, I believe it really happened.
A year or two after that another strange thing happened in my room. When I was young I always slept with a light on. Often I would sleep under my blanket, because I liked the way the light shone through the blanket. One night as I was lying like that, I became certain that someone was sitting beside my bed looking at me. I knew it wasn't one of my parents because my door squeaked when it opened so I would have heard them. As I lay under my blanket I began to think it was a "grandmother" in my room. I think that was because I had recently had dreams about my Dad's Mother who died before I was born. After awhile it felt like someone touched my arm through the blanket, then the feeling of being watched disappeared. I stayed under the blanket and fell asleep, but gave my parents a lot of trouble at bedtimes for a long time after.
As I grew up, things always seemed a little "off" in my house. My bedroom is at the end of a hallway, the living room is at the other end, and a bathroom is in between the two. Whenever I walked down the hallway to my room, it always felt like someone was behind me, watching from the living room. It never really bothered me during the day when all the lights were on and the sun was shining, but if I ever had to get up in the night to use the washroom after everyone else was in bed and the lights were off, I would be terrified of the presence I felt at the other end of the hall. It was bad enough that until I was about ten, I would have to bring my doll with me. When I was a teenager, and would stay up after my parents, I would still feel as though I was being watched whenever I finally stumbled off to bed.
Most of the events that happened to me as a child were sounds or feelings. I often heard people walking around or the sounds of someone putting something on a table or counter, in areas of the house that were empty. Our kitchen had a screen door that went outside to a porch. This door made a loud "screeeech" whenever it was opened or closed. A number of times I heard that noise when there was no one at the door. Once it happened when I was standing right in front of the door so I was able to see for certain there was no one else about. Strangely, this never frightened me like the presence or footsteps did. For some reason I was certain the door noises were "memories" of me or a family member from a summer in the past. I don't know if that makes sense or not, just that it didn't feel like a "real" thing like the presence in the living room.
If that was all that ever happened to me, I would probably think now that it was an overactive imagination, but the year I went into grade eight, things started to get really weird. That year my friend Annie and I became really interested in ghosts. We would read scary stories, watch scary movies and anything else we could find that had to do with ghosts. A lot of this interest came from the fact we had begun to believe we were being haunted. It started at school. We would be in class and feel icy cold breezes move past us. Sometimes it would only be in a small area, like on a shoulder or the back of your neck. We didn't think much about it until one day Annie came to school and told me "I was researching ghosts online, and they say cold spots are a sign of ghosts!" That scared us.
Another day Annie told me she had woken up in the night and at the end of her bed there was a tall, white, glowing figure. Her blankets were also at the end of her bed (it was the middle of summer) but she reached down and pulled them over her head. She said they were freezing. Around the same time, I was sitting in my living room reading. I would read a bit, than look out the window, since I like to watch the birds.
One time when I looked out I saw someone walk behind a tree in my neighbours yard. It wasn't a very big tree so I assumed it must have been my neighbour who is elderly and quite thin. But as I kept watching, the person never walked by the other side from the tree. I haven't been able to find an explanation for it.
Some time after that Annie came to sleep at my place. My family had been renovating our house, so Annie and I slept in the new living room. At the time the only furniture in the room was a couch, a small round table, and a shelf. The couch was in the middle of the room with its back to the doorway (which had no door) and the table was beside the couch. I slept on the floor and Annie slept on the couch. That night, as I was drifting off, I saw some weird things. Every time I looked towards the doorway that went to the rest of the house, it looked like someone was just pulling away. At the time I assumed it was my eyes playing tricks on me since I was so tired. However the next morning Annie asked if my parents had come to check on us in the night. She had heard footsteps coming up to the door, but never heard them leave. That was strange, but what really scared us was the table. The night before Annie had put an almost full cup of water on the table. That morning, the table was upside down on the other side of the room. The cup was empty, on the floor right side up, directly underneath where the table had been. There was no water on the floor, and this was right by my head. Neither of us had been woken up by this.
These strange things kept happening to us until we were around 16-17 and then seemed to calm down. Since reading this site I have noticed it is believed that teenage girls can attract poltergeists. I would like people's opinions on if they think that might have been what happened. Thanks for taking the time to read my long-winded story. If you have questions I'll try to answer them. It may take a day or two though, since I'm coming up to finals and have to study. (And I used to think ghosts were scary!)