When I was eleven years old my mother, younger sister and I moved into a new house. We were there alone for the first year as my father was still working where we'd previously lived and trying to find work where we had moved to. Where we lived was a small village in the countryside about five miles from the nearest town. It was a friendly village where everyone knew everyone and we settled in well.
The house we moved into was no more than thirty years old and most of the village was fairly new with only a small area of very old houses. I had always been skeptical of anything ghost related but on moving into the new house I had a strange sense of being slightly afraid/wary of being by myself either upstairs or downstairs and when going upstairs I always felt like something was close behind me on the stairs. I wrote this off as childish fear, which it most likely was.
Not long after we moved in I was asleep, and suddenly I was woken up by something. I lay their silent, with my eyes squeezed shut wondering what had woke me up. I could clearly hear someone moving around in my room, their footsteps, as if they were exploring my room and having a good look around. They weren't noisy, but I could feel their presence more than anything. I then felt them stand over my bed, watching me. I kept my eyes closed too afraid to look and soon fell back asleep. In the morning I tried to shake off the feeling of unease from the previous night's sleep. As I sat down to breakfast with my mother I said to her. 'Mum, I had the strangest experience last night, I could have sworn someone was in my room, was it you?' She looked at me strangely and a frown formed on her face. 'It wasn't me' She replied.
She then went on to explain her own experience of the night before. From my parent's room with the door open you could clearly see the hall window, and there was a light there as well. My mother tended to leave the light on for the sake of my little sister who was only five at the time and terrified of the dark. She explained how she'd suddenly woken up the same as I had, and sat up in bed. She'd looked across the hall and had been shocked to see a dark, very tall figure, standing in the hallway. She saw it move forwards, blocking out the hall light, heading towards my bedroom door, and then it disappeared. She said at first she'd thought it was someone who'd broken in, that they appeared to be male, tall and dressed in a long dark coat with the hood up. When it disappeared through my door she presumed she was either half asleep or fully asleep and dreaming. However she claimed she felt very awake at the time. As she described the night before I was shocked, my mum wrote it off as nothing more than coincidence as she is very skeptical. However, I, for the first time found myself afraid of ghosts.
In time, it came to light from neighbours/people around the area as we became to get to know them, that there was a possible explanation for this sighting. Across the back of our small cul de sac was a farm; the farm had a tiny amount of land and was more of a small holding. We were told that years ago it was a massive farm and the land where we lived, had been the farmer that lived there's land. Now, I never got the whole story, but apparently the young farmer had lived there with his mother after his father passed away. Apparently he had sold the land due to pressures from a building company that basically blackmailed him or pressured him into selling all his land. With all his land gone he thought he had failed his parents (his mother and dead father) and he fell into deep depression.
There is a small green; a field left for children to play on that could be seen from the front bedroom windows, in the middle of that field was a huge old tree with all the lower branches cut off. We had always found that strange. But now we knew why it was. The farmer had hung himself on that very tree after seeing his beloved fields be turned into a construction site. The loss had become too much. Now, his mother still lived there, and she had told the story to people herself. The strangest part was that people who had known him, including his mother, said that he often walked around in a long dark green raincoat with his hood up, just like the figure my mother saw. I have researched this story on the internet but have found no proof to back it up so I cannot say whether the story is full true.
To this day we feel like the ghost watches over his land, and that as we were knew he was scoping us out, seeing who had moved on to his land. We do not believe he was a malicious ghost, just a man who had fallen into dark, deep depression and who had ended his own life under tragic circumstances.
Since that time almost nine years ago, we have little activity in the house. Maybe five years ago I swore I heard someone breathing into my ear, as if they were crouched by the side of my bed; however this presence felt different, more malicious, like they were trying to scare me.
About two years ago me and my sister swapped rooms as I was getting older I needed less space. Whenever I was in that room, the cats were always afraid to go in. It was also the coldest, darkest room in the house. When my sister moved in the cats seem less bothered, however my sister soon experienced a fright of her own.
My little sister, maybe a year ago, woke to a terrifying experience where she was in bed and woke up to see someone/something a dark, figure crawling up her bed and she was kicking trying to get rid of it until it vanished, now she was never really told about my mothers and mine experience yet she said he was dressed in a dark coat. Yet, she couldn't have heard about that. So it seemed maybe the ghost had taken a malicious turn?
I would love to hear your opinions on this story? And your ideas on what this could all mean?