Since as far back as I can remember I've seen things that my parents can't. I've heard things that no one else hears, I've smelled things that no one seems to smell, and I've felt things that aren't there.
My mother tells me stories about when I was younger. As most children do, I had a so-called imaginary friend named Sarah. When my mother could not find things and I swore I hadn't taken them, she would sometimes find them under my dresser. After finding things she had lost under there, she confronted me about it. I would say things like, "Mum, it wasn't me" or, "Mum, it must have been Sarah!" She would think I was just trying to get over on her and let it slide. But after this happening more and more in the passing weeks, she confronted me with it again, saying, "Enough with these games! Stop taking my things!"
After that, they stopped but other strange things started to happen. Like the pantry door swinging open when everyone is in the living room, coming home from vacation with the windows open when we knew that they were locked and closed when we left. We blamed it on the ghost, thinking nothing of it, then. Things like these continued to happen over the next eight years.
My father got a promotion moving him to another state. While we were packing up my room, my mother told me about when I used to hide things under my dresser. While we were moving the dresser, a part of the molding fell off of the wall. Inside the wall there were small trinkets like lockets, candies, dolls, coins, a book and a diary, telling about a girl named Sarah.