I come from the Netherlands where people don't believe in ghosts. Only a few do so, that is why I'm glad that I found this site. My experiences started last year in October last year.
It started early morning whilst waking up. I was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up (I was still sleepy). Suddenly there was a woman, s hand next to left side of my head and it snapped it, s fingers twice. It was only the hand, nothing else. It was grayish / white of color and had long, fine fingers with long beautiful nails. My husband did not see this, he was still asleep.
I shrugged it off and went downstairs (I'm not awake yet?). From the stairs you wind up in the kitchen, which is really small, about 6 by 9 feet. I live in an old workman's house that is about two hundred years old.
In the morning, the first thing that I do is to switch on the light of the cooker- hood because the kitchen light would bother my daughter in her sleep. Then I make breakfast for my husband before he goes to work. When I got downstairs I heard a woman's voice saying two or three words, but I couldn't understand. It was too muffled. Right after the woman said these words, the light of the cooker-hood started to flicker and I heard a child giggle. Now, that light has never flickered before and hasn't since. My daughter laughs, she doesn't giggle and at that moment she was still asleep in bed.
A couple of weeks later my daughter was staying at her grandparents for a few days and my husband and I had the house to ourselves. My husband decided to stay up late to watch a movie and I went to bed early. From my bedroom I can see straight into my daughter's bedroom. There is only a door in between. I also didn't shut the blinds in her room.
I saw a shadow figure of what appeared to be a little child in my daughter's bedroom. It seemed to be playing. It looked like it was jumping on the bed. Then walking on hands and feet on the floor and sometimes peeping round the door as if to see what I was doing. Maybe it was afraid of getting caught. It didn't scare me. In fact I found it kind of funny to look at. In the following weeks it once stood next to my side of the bed as a shadow figure.
Some time later I was bringing clean laundry upstairs when suddenly I heard a loud hiccup. It was so loud and clear like it was standing right beside me. I was certain it was from a small child. Later my daughter and I were in my bedroom and went over to hers, when she saw it too. She said it was standing next to the chimney, watching us. She saw a little boy in blue pyjamas with bears on it.
In January this year I went upstairs for another load of laundry, when I saw it as a full bodied apparition. I guess I scared it, because it ran into my bedroom. But I got a glimpse of it from behind.
It was indeed a little boy, not older than two and half maybe three years old. He had blond hair, a little longer at the back. (Which was a fashion in the late seventies)? He was wearing a baby blue pyjamas. (Sweater and pants). That was the last time I saw or heard from him.
Now the funny thing is that no child died in the house during the seventies until now and neither in my family. Could the woman have brought him? Do any of you have an idea?