When I was young I used to move around a lot. I used to, as my mother put it, "Strive for attention" from stupid things. That's what she categorized this as.
At about the age of 10 when we first moved into the old house I had never had a paranormal experience. I had seen shows and read books about things like that but they never happened to me so I thought that they were mostly made up. My room was on the third floor. There were three floors in this house. My mother and younger sister had their rooms on the second floor but to be difficult I decided that I wanted to sleep alone on the third floor.
One night while I was sitting in my room reading a book I thought I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged it off because this house was old so I thought it was just the place I was in playing tricks on me. The shadow didn't move and I still ignored it. When my older brother came home from collage I let him sleep in my room with me because I kept seeing the shadow but I wanted to be brave and sleep in my own room. A couple nights into his break home from collage I woke up to music. It sounded like a little child singing "One, Two buckle my shoe, Three, Four, shut the door" a soft giggle then there was a soft click and the bathroom door had shut. I quickly scrambled into bed with my brother who looked at me. He had been up listening to the whole thing. I remember asking him...
"Adam what was that?" and him answering "Rin I don't know just stay with me and we will be fine" We both sat there shaking.
The next morning my mother was sitting at the kitchen table when we came bolting down the stairs. I launched into the whole story and my mother laughed.
She said softly touching my face,
"Honey it was all in your imagination"
My brother shook his head and told my mom that it wasn't just me hearing this. She sighed and sent us on our way thinking that he was helping me get some attention. She ignored it until one night we were all sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. We were sitting there and all of a sudden there was giggling going on in my little sister's room. Then there were footsteps and more laughing.
My mom went up stairs to check and there was no one there. She insisted that it was all our imaginations and continued to ignore it until about a year after we moved into the house. No one had been harmed but since she was watching Anna and I and trying to hold down a job she sold the house.
The people that bought it turned out to know who lived there before us. In the late 1800's there used to be a family that lived there that had 9 kids. The two youngest girls died there one after the other due to disease. We haven't been back to the house since but we haven't had anymore paranormal experiences since then.