To make this story make sense, I have to give you some background information first. I live in Tennessee now, but when I was six, my mom and I moved to Holland to be with my stepdad and his family. During the first year in Holland, we lived with my stepdad's mom and dad. Their house, though it has been renovated many times, has stood on the same property for 300 years, and during World War Two, the dinning room was used to "store" dead German soldiers in coffins until they could be buried.
We moved in to my grandparents' house in 1998. The room I was given was at the top of the stairs. At night, I would hear heavy footsteps walk all the way up the stairs and down the hallway past my room, and then just stop. Sometimes, if I slept with my door open, I would wake to the sound of the footsteps entering my room; they seemed to stop right at the foot of my bed. I remember one night I decided to see what was in the hallway. As the footsteps started coming up the stairs I crept out of bed and to my bedroom door. I opened the door and looked down the stairs and the hallway, but nobody was there.
Also, when watching television in the living room, I often saw something in the corner of my eye walk by the doorway to the next room over. One night my stepdad and I were watching a movie, and about half way through the movie I started seeing movement in the other room. My stepdad said that I looked terrible and asked what was wrong. When I told him what I was seeing, he told me that he had seen it since he was younger than I currently was. He told me that the room was his grandpa's favorite room in the house, and that when he died he must have returned to that room.
We moved out of my grandparents' house in 1999. We bought a house about one kilometer away from my grandparent. Again, my room was situated right at the top of the stairs. I had a lot of things happen to me in that house. For one, I believe that I saw my grandpa standing in my door way 3 days after he died. It happened like this: It was the day of my grandpa's funeral, and I remember being very emotional. After the funeral I went strait home and went to bed; I woke up in the middle of the night and something told me to sit up and look at my doorway. There, in my door way I saw a figure which matched my grandpa's shape exactly. It stayed there for about one minute and then slowly faded away. I know I was not dreaming, and it was not a trick being played on my eyes. (I had slept with my bedroom door open and kept the light in the bathroom, which was directly across from my room, on at night. The figure completely blocked out the light.
Shortly after moving into our third house in 2001, my bed started shaking violently at night. I would wake up around midnight feeling extreme tension in my legs. A few seconds after waking up, my bed would start shaking... Slightly at first, but it quickly grew in intensity. It got to the point that I was terrified to be in my room alone. I started to sleep on the couch, but that did not stop it. I would still wake up to shaking. Even after we moved back to the United States, my bed would shake at night. My bed stopped shaking in the summer of 2007. I felt that this was significant because that is also when I started reading bits of the bible, and started praying before I went to sleep.