We have had many occurrences in our house since we moved in, 7 years ago. I am going to talk about these in chronological order.
The first week in our new house was stressful. There was a threatening atmosphere, as if someone was watching us. I became ill. My mum felt that the house also had a threatening atmosphere.
After a few months I started to experience bullying from a seemingly malevolent spirit male who tended to occupy the attic. We didn't use the attic much, except for storage. He began invading my dreams and moving furniture.
One night, I had two dreams influenced by the spirit. He chose to use cartoon animals in the dreams and both ended in exactly the same way, a cartoon cat hit the centre of my forehead with a metal stick. I woke up twice with a severe headache and realised that I would have to try to communicate with the spirit, even though I was only twelve. During this time, the spirit moved my bed away from the wall. The more I communicated with the spirit, the more I found out. He had been a stationmaster in the 19th century, who had been hung for a crime. He was also very territorial. He had a dog (who I later saw as a ghost and my mum heard growl during the night). He did affect me a few times in future, but not as severely as the first.
An odd experience that happened to me one night seemed to include a wraith. I got up at 5am one morning and switched the light on, just like I normally would. I was just about to switch the television on, when I had a shock at something I saw in the reflection from the screen. I was stood there in my pyjamas, but in the centre of the room was a girl- identical to me. She was in a sweater and trousers, the clothes I used to wear in the daytime. She moved independently and seemed to acknowledge me. I was so scared I went to my mum's room and told her what had happened.
A shadow moved towards my mum's room then stopped. It must have come up to my bedroom door, near the landing, to find out why I had ran away. It happened another night too, but this time it was closer to the television. I just switched on the television and tried not to fear it. This turned out to be a happier tale though; I found out the girl was my identical twin sister who died before birth, since then I have also found a boy- my brother. I asked my mum when I discovered the boy at age fourteen, I found out I was a triplet.
I have a short tale of a dark shadow that used to follow me. It would not communicate, so I didn't find out much about it, but it appeared in the shape of a symbol. It looked like the symbol that represents the male toilet (or a kind of stick man). It had no recognisable features that a ghost would have, but it used to cause me bad luck. Eventually it disappeared.
In our house, we have also seen spirit animals. One was my mum's dog, from her childhood. She was reassured and happy when it visited. Another is a cat that my mum and me have both seen. It is a plain brown cat, which runs around the house. We have a cat toy in the front room, which has a bell inside, and it once made repeated noises as if something was playing with it. We have also heard the sound of bells on a cat's collar, from inside my mum's bedroom.
We can have a lot of unconnected spirits passing by. One was a cavalier who appeared late one night. He was sat on the floor, repeatedly searching for something. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that someone had invaded their living quarters and taken something of value from him. I eventually solved the problem, encouraging him to pass over into the light. I told him that the event happened a long time ago and he would never find the item he was looking for. He told me that because of this item, he had refused to move on.
There are also two spirit horses with riders who run diagonally across our front room. They do this repeatedly every few days and they do not acknowledge anyone.
The last event I will talk about in this story is the case of the ripped bin liner. One evening, I switched off the light in the kitchen as I was going to use the computer upstairs. The bin liner was on the floor with a bit of rubbish in it. I heard a noise in the kitchen whilst I was on the computer, but it only lasted for a few seconds so I didn't check what it was. A couple of hours later I went downstairs and, to my horror, the bin liner was in shreds on the kitchen floor. The rubbish was scattered too. This may have been an ancestor, since my grandfather's spirit switches the kettle on, or it may have been a poltergeist. We haven't seen anything like this since.