I never wanted to accept that ghost were real. It was always questionable to me. I recall several nights back in 1989.
My husband and I were separated for a while so I moved into my aunt's old house with my Mother. I was 20 years old with a 10 month old son.
Every night around 3am my son would wake up for a warm bottle of milk. My son and I actually slept on the sofa bed in the living room that was right below the main bedroom that was too creepy for anyone to sleep in.
The main bedroom was always cold and I tried never to be in there any longer than 5 minutes. The stairway leading to the bedroom was steep and the bathroom was to the right of the stairway, in order to go, you had to dash past the stairway which was always scary in the middle of the night.
One night I went to the kitchen to get a warm bottle of milk and afterwards I was lying on the sofa bed and I heard a loud thump above me, I tried to ignore it but then I heard something that sounded like the furniture was being moved. You could actually hear something loud sliding across the floor above me. I've heard of houses settling, but this was no settling house. This was as if someone picked something heavy up and dropped it and moved it from one place to another.
All I could do was hide under my comforter and pray that I could fall asleep so that morning would come fast. Every night when my baby would awaken, the same thing happened. During the day it was as if it was a spirit of peace in the house, as if things were going to be different.
Months after I moved out, my mother was there alone and she would call me and tell me that something was making her very afraid. When I asked her what it was, she said she could hear heavy breathing at night and that slept in my Aunt's bed.
My Aunt was in a nursing home, her husband died several years earlier. My Mother seemed really troubled by it. I had never heard her like this before so afraid and helpless.
I kept insisting that she get out of the house because things were probably going to get worse, she finally moved out. The house is no longer standing and I'm happy that no one else had to experience what we did in that very old noisy house.