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.