Compared to some of the accounts I have read on this site, I am sure my story will sound tame or even boring. Yet someone may relate. When I was two years old my father purchased some land in West Monroe, La. He then purchased a home, which was moved to the land, where I lived until my 20s. I now reside in Florida. Though I still experience things today, the most puzzling things occurred in Louisiana.
My parents divorced when I was 7. My father left and we stayed. My middle brother and I shared a room, while my mother was across the hall. Down the hall, across from the bathroom was my oldest brother's room. When my oldest brother went away to college, my middle brother went to stay with my father. One night, as I tried to go to sleep, I heard the light in my brothers vacant room turn on. Being that I was just a kid, my mind was running and the more it did, the more scared I became. I went quickly to my mother's room and told her what I heard. She sat up and turned on the lamp near her bed and said, "I hear it sometimes when you go to visit your father. It use to scare me, but I am use to it now." Knowing that nobody else was in the house, because I checked, I went back to bed and soon forgot about it. Though this occurrence continued through the years, nothing else seemed wrong.
After I got a little older I chose to move into the bigger room that my brother had occupied, where the light was heard to turn on. Shortly after, as I tried to sleep one night I heard the bathroom light turn on. Knowing my mother's room had its own bathroom, curiously I looked to see. The light would have shown under the door, yet there was no light. Strangely enough, the bathroom light could be heard turning on and off through the next few years, yet every time you could see under the door that there was no light emitting from the bathroom. On a visit home, my brother told me he had heard it during the day when he was in the hall, on a day he had been alone in the house.
Being that I was older now, none of this scared me until a new happening one night. I had turned off the television in my room and was lying along the side of my waterbed, trying to sleep. After just a moment, I heard the sound of shuffling feet beside that side of the bed. From the sound, I could tell that whatever it was, it was heavy. Not being able to see in the dark and thinking someone was in my room, I jumped to my feet and ran to the light and turned it on. I did so only to find that no one was in the room with me. I know because I searched the closet.
From all of this, you would figure that I believe in "ghosts", per say. I am not sure what I believe made those sounds. But, whatever it was, it was real. My whole family experienced it and talks about it now, remembering from time to time little things. My mother has since sold the home.
Where I live now in Florida, my experiences have grown to include closing doors, footsteps, movement out of the corner of my eyes, and voices in my home that don't happen to belong to me or my wife. And since one is a child's voice and we have no children, it can be unsettling. Though many people would love to see an apparition or have contact with an entity, I for one do not wish to do so... At least, not in my own home.
I will try to post the Florida experiences later on, but if anything more arises in the future, I will surely post it.