Quick background, so you know where these stories take place - I was born and raised in Alberta, Canada, and most of my encounters have been in my homes as I grew up. Not only will I be getting around to telling more of my stories, but also my family's stories, because I know they will not put their own stuff up. Ever. My family and I have been very fortunate in the way of being followed by ghosts.
Let's start with one of my own stories. The earliest encounter with spirits and ghosts I remember is from the time when I was about 5 years old. My mom and dad had just separated, and my mom, sister, and I had just moved in with her boyfriend. My sister would have been about two. At my dad's house, I don't recall ever experiencing anything paranormal, at ALL. At this new house, however, that was going to change.
This house was only a two level - main floor and basement - and as such, there were not enough rooms on the main level for everyone staying in the house. Fortunately, there was a room in the basement. My mom got me a brand new bed, and did everything to make me feel like I wasn't being pushed aside when I was given the basement bedroom; my sister, being only 2, needed to be upstairs by my mom. This was fine by me, because I was excited to have a basement bedroom, and at the time, I'd thought nothing of it. I slept upstairs on my sister's top bunk until my bed arrived and was built, and when it was finally built, that was my first voyage into the basement. The instant I set foot on the top of those stairs leading to the basement, I could feel that something was not right.
I was suddenly terrified of being in the basement alone, terrified to sleep in my new bed, in my new room, and this annoyed my mom. The orbs I saw didn't start showing up for a couple nights. I would always try to sleep facing the wall, because my doorway scared me to no end. There was no door on it, and I felt as if I couldn't keep whatever was making me feel so terrified out of my room, which, looking back, I suppose is true. I was never touched, never tormented, but I felt unwanted in that basement, night or day.
One night, I couldn't fall asleep while facing the wall, so I turned over, on to my other side, and that was when I saw them - two white orbs with electric blue tails, racing their way across my doorframe. I had to blink a few times to make sure they weren't my imagination. I even bit my arm to make sure I was awake. I watched those orbs for hours, and finally, thoroughly terrified, I took off running upstairs, to the safety of my sister's bunk bed. I immediately fell asleep, completely calmed down.
Unfortunately, I would see these Orbs every night from then on, and I began to stop sleeping. Some nights, the Orbs would come in my room and dance around my bed, and, though they were pretty, I couldn't help but feel scared, unwanted, and as if it was a message to get out. The nights they came in my room were the nights I would go running upstairs to that oh-so-safe feeling bunk bed. And the next morning, my mom would always be mad at me, and say those lights were a dream, that I had imagined them, even if I showed her the bite marks I had put on my arm to prove I had, in fact, been awake.
My mom was near livid when she found me in my sister's bunk the next morning, and when I told her about the blue lights running across my door, she chalked it up to just a 5 year old with an over active imagination. I lasted in the basement all of 3 months, before I couldn't take it anymore. I stayed upstairs with my sister after that, and never went back into the basement, not even to get my toys to play with. I don't remember when we moved out, but I made my mom help me pack my stuff up. I would not leave her side the whole time.
The backyard of this house was beautiful, and I'm going to include this minor tale here, because it won't take up a whole page on its own. Anyway, this back yard was one of the first built in the community when it was its own town, and not swallowed by the big city a decade or two earlier. There was Ivy creeping up the fence, a beautiful weeping willow tree in the middle of the yard, and right up against the house, there was a stone fountain, sort of in a horseshoe shape. This fountain was no longer active, only about 4 feet squared, and about a foot deep. The bricks of it were covered in moss and mildew, just adding to the ancient look of this yard.
Needless to say, I loved that little fountain. But I hated the back yard in general, and I would NEVER go near that tree. Again, I would make my mom come outside with me at all times, or my little sister. Why? Because, out of the corner of my eyes when I was alone, I would see... Almost a white mist following me. I got the same feeling from that mist as I did those orbs. And, of course, when I brought it up to mom, it was "It's just fog," when there was no 'fog' in the rest of the yard. It was me "craving attention", because there was no one my age to play with in the neighborhood.
Personally, though I love my mother dearly and she *now* believes in everything from ghosts to my Tarot readings (If I remember correctly, a psychic doing a palm reading changed her mind about the whole thing), she was a skeptic at the time, and was full of it when she said it was my imagination. A 5 year old child just starting in Kindergarten does NOT imagine the kind of terror I felt in that basement.
I was too little to know that these spirits may have wanted my help with something, but looking back, I'm pretty sure they did. Maybe something of theirs was buried in the yard - a necklace, a ring. My mom never owned any antiques, so they couldn't have been attached to anything of that sort. I don't know, and looking back, I wish they hadn't tried to scare me away, so that I could have helped them. Or, maybe they were just peeved because someone was living in their house. I don't think I'll ever know.