I've lived in the same house all my life. I'm 16 in a few weeks. I am not an expert on these sorts of things like you guys seem to be after reading some of your stories so bear with me, as I'm not very knowledgeable on the subjects of ghosts/demons and things.
My house is pretty old, about 80 years my mum says. My Grams believes in this sort of thing but the rest of my family is pretty sceptical so we rarely discuss it.
The first thing I remember happening to me is when I was about 6. I had chicken pox and I couldn't sleep because they were itchy so my mum let me stay up late. It was about midnight and I was watching Jurassic park. I was alone but my mum was in the next room if I needed her. We have this big old-fashioned fireplace but we rarely light it and it wasn't lit on this night. There was a funny bit in the movie and I giggled and I heard a laugh, really quietly but pretty gruff like a mans. I turned around and saw a mans head in the fireplace. It disappeared quickly but I was convinced of it. I wasn't frightened at all and just carried on watching the film.
The next few years nothing really happened apart from a few shadows that I'm sure I can put down to non paranormal things. When I was 10 and really stupid, me and a couple of friends decided to play Bloody Mary. We made the bathroom really dark and filled the sink with water. And said bloody Mary three times. It was very strange as the mirror clouded over and I felt like I couldn't move and it suddenly got really cold. My friends had run out. A few seconds later one of them switched the light on and asked me why I hadn't run when it got cold and I said I couldn't. We never spoke about it again.
Now a few more uneventful years and the big stuff starts happening.
I was thirteen and we had the hall redecorated. It runs most of the length of the house (we live in a bungalow) and all the rooms are off it apart from the kitchen and mine. We used to have a thick carpet but we changed it to wood floors. And then the freaky stuff started. We would all be in the lounge after tea or in the dining room eating tea (so always around the same time) and it would either sound like something was being pushed through the letter box but nothing was and then we would hear footsteps down the hall followed by a bit of a bang. When this happened the trap door to the attic would sometimes be open and swinging which is weird because there is a heavy lock on it and it cannot open like that. The most frightening times were when it sounded like the door opened and then footsteps. Our door is old heavy and really stiff and when it opens you know about it. It is really loud. This all happens before it's really dark just kind of heading that way. My dad (on my grams side) believed in it and thought it was possibly ghosts but my mum and sister were trying to put logical explanations too it.
More recently, my sister and me were watching a movie in my room. The light was on full and it was a comedy, so we weren't jumpy or scared at all. Suddenly my shoe flew across the room and hit the radiator, missing me by inches. We both started screaming and ran out of the room to tell our parents. They didn't believe us. But I am so convinced it happened because there were two of us and my sister is the most sceptical person you will ever meet and she thought something had happened. She won't really discuss it now but when I asked her shortly after the time she agreed something had happened and she saw the shoe fly but she thinks there was some logical explanation for it.
My room used to be a sewing room, then a bathroom. It's pretty small but a lot of freaky things happen in there. I have a high bed and often feel like something is climbing up it and things bang on the floor. It's noisy in this old house at night so I put a speaking book on to cover it up but sometimes it gets paused and then starts playing again and I explain it away to myself but I'm not sure anymore. If there is no speaking book on I often hear whistling like someone is waiting. I don't really know what to do?
House history -
Before us an old lady lived here. She was a librarian. She knew my mum and my mum has lived on this street all her life. The lady moved out and went to live with relatives. That was 25 years ago so I'm assuming she's not alive as she was very old when she left. When we peel the wallpaper off the wall when we re paper there is writing on it. It's by children so it could be her kids or grankids or it could be the owner before her. We don't know.
Can someone explain what is happening? No one else in my house seems to get haunted as bad as me.