morton1 wrote: :lol: where do I begin?. OK,I will try, and keep it short, .moved in to the house when I was about 7 or 8 yrs old. from day one did not like the house it just made me feel scared don't know why it just did.but when I got older things just got worst,at the age of 11, playing hide and seek with my younger sisters and brother,I hid at the top of the stairs so I could peek around the corner to see if they where coming up the stairs but has I looked in the bedroom facing me I saw a boy looking back at me. the boy was like looking at a black and white photo he just stood there smiling at me. he was dressed in pants that came to his knees, long white socks,looked like tights and shoes with buckles on,he had a jacket that matched the pants but it was the tie that was unusual it was like string tied in a bow. keep in mind this happend in the day time. even though it must have been only seconds I still have that picture of that boy engraved in brain forever . I was that scared that I did not run down the stairs, I jumped them. so that is how it all began.for years living in that house was my nightmare. no one believed me, things just got worst, from my things going missing to voices growling at me. it was not till years later when I left the house to start my own family that my mum and other members started to experience just a little of what I did. so moving on to these photos taken,for me just validates there was something in that house and still is. I have loads more to tell but did say I would keep this short sorry I have gone a bit.x
I've lived in creepy houses but never seen anything. I had one house where I was deathly afraid of the second upstairs bedroom but never knew why, just shut the door the day I moved in and never went in it - not once. I've lived in an apartment where things continuously threw themselves around. When I was in the process of moving out, they were thrown directly at me.
My dog has clearly seen things and would look at a certain part of another house, wag his tail and bark even though we never saw anything. A psychic told me there was a young boy there who would play with him but I hadn't even told her about the dog, so ...
I've had TVs turn themselves on in the middle of the night and I never felt more silly than when I finally stood in the middle of the living room at 3 AM and yelled at "nobody" to knock it off or turn down the volume. It stopped after that. Somebody sat on my bed one night.
I don't know what I'd do if I actually ever did see someone. I've recently joined a local paranormal research group but haven't gone on any expeditions yet. I'm a little bit at odds with the idea of finding ghosts and using them for the sheer purpose of entertainment. I'd no doubt spend my time in these places trying to send them all to the other side which wouldn't make me very popular with the group