My first experience with the paranormal happened when I was 8 years old and living in Houston, Texas. My parents had been divorced about a year and I was 'camping' in the living room on a Saturday night. I lived with my sister and my Mother at the time.
I'd stayed up late watching TV and was getting ready to turn it off, blow out the candle I had lit and go to sleep. That's when the shadows flickered, as if a breeze had blown the flame of the candle around. I thought maybe my Mother or sister had opened the hall door and entered the front room of the house, so I turned to see who it was.
What I saw caused me to pull my covers over my head. The candle, stand and all, was floating between the bookcase I'd set it on and our dinning room table. I remember this vividly, I turned to see who was there, thinking it was my mother or younger sister and there was my candle floating there.
After a couple of minutes I peeked out from under my covers. The light seemed to be coming from the same place so I looked towards the candle, and there it was floating. I blinked and looked around the room and as I did so I saw the shadows shift as the candle moved back onto the bookcase. I know it went back to where it had started because that's where it now sat.
I took a deep breath and went to check it out. I know the candle had been moved because there was some wax on the bookcase that had spilled off the candle stand. I never felt anything, no cold spots, no hot spots, nothing. I didn't see any human shaped shadows or anything that could have been holding the candle.
I went to the bathroom and looked into my Mothers room and both my Mother and sister were sleeping there. From this experience began my interest in the supernatural/paranormal.