The thing that happened when I was about eleven, and I am thirteen now. I still remember it clearly, how scary it had been. I have a vague idea of what type of spirit or ghost it was, but if anyone has a definite name for it, please let me know.
It was August, and it was about 11 o'clock at night. It was snowing, which was very weird. I know it was August because it was just before I started Secondary School. I was about to get ready for bed, but decided to have a look at the snow on the ground, thinking the higher, the better!
When I heard footsteps behind me, I thought it was my brother because the footsteps were light. I turned around to say, "Go back to bed now."
However, there was nothing there and I suddenly felt really cold. Seconds later, all my stuff from the shelves flew off, my books on my desk flew off. When I say flew, I mean that the books went half way across my bedroom before landing. I got so freaked out and got my dad. I was in a shock at that moment. My dad came up, and we both saw that my poster was floating up. I started crying and ran downstairs.
We lived in that cottage for another year, and not once did I go back upstairs. I slept in the living room. Since then, I've always believed in ghosts and spirits. I'm not the kind of person to touch an Ouija board, or anything like that.
How about the Ouija board, you made it obvious that you didn't believe me, but oh well.
There's bound to be people like that anyway.