Usually stories of haunted houses involve old houses. My first experience took place in our new house. Built in 1955 in a suburb of Detroit, my Father, Mother and I, then 1 year old moved in right after the house was completed, just dirt where the lawn would later be.
When I was very young-about 4 years old, possibly younger, my Aunt, Uncle and 2 of my cousins-slightly older than me, came to spend the night for some reason I can't remember, they lived in Detroit too. Myself and one of my cousins slept on the couch in the living room, she at one end and me at the other. As we were both little kids we fit with plenty of room.
I awoke in the middle of the night as I have all my life, and though it was dark, some ambient light shown in from streetlights outside. I could see across the living room and into the kitchen/dining area where dark human silhouettes were moving about the table. There was no detail-no indication of male or female, hair or clothing-just humanoid silhouettes. No talking but the noise of chairs sliding on the linoleum as these figures moved about oblivious to my presence.
I remember thinking they might be my parents and my Aunt and Uncle playing cards, but the lack of lights and conversation didn't fit. Too young to really be scared, I watched for awhile until I fell back asleep. The next morning there was no sign of anything unusual happening.
I spent the next 12 years of my life in this house and had a few more strange occurrences there. Since we were the first occupants of that house, if these were true haunting, perhaps an old cemetery or burial ground previously occupied that land. The entire suburb there was developed in the late 40s-early 50s, and I don't know what was there before.