I was 3/4 years old and I was living in an old Herefordshire farmhouse. The house was black and white, old and creaky and very old. I remember once being sat in the front room and ornaments would levitate in front of me, pictures would come off the walls, doors would slam. This was the norm for my family, and me it happened on a daily basis.
I was upstairs in my parent's bedroom once with my mum, no one was in the house, and my dad was working on the farm behind the house. We heard loud, heavy footsteps come from the end room and stop outside the door. My auntie stayed over once and got pushed down the stairs.
One day my parents called a chimney cleaner out to clean the chimney's, after 15 minutes he shot out the door and drove off. When my dad later telephoned him he said that he saw a little boy up the chimney with a lantern and he refused to come back to the house.
I saw a ghost at this house. I was lying in bed and she walked through my wall and spoke to me, the next day I described a Victorian lady to my parents and said her name was Mary. We later found out a Mary Baskerville was killed at the house, coincidence?
Living in this house gave me my passion for the paranormal. I am now 23 and devoted to paranormal investigating and writing ghost stories. I now have my own website and conduct my own paranormal investigations in Hereford. I have also spoken to other families that have lived in this house and they experienced the same whilst living at this house.