When I was about the age of eight, my family and I moved to Yorkshire to a fairly big town and lived in a large old-fashioned house. I used to hate going upstairs on my own after school and I had to ask someone to go with me because I always had the eerie feeling that someone was following me. There were three floors. My room was like the size of a cupboard and I always felt safest there and in the kitchen.
Anyway, one night, after living there for a year and having some strange experiences like doors opening and closing and unexplainable shadows forming, I felt a presence in the living room.
My family’s friends had just gone home after a dinner party at around 11 o’clock at night, and I was saying goodnight to my parents. As I sat on the sofa I felt a heavy weight sit on the other side and I saw dip in the cushions. I thought it was just my imagination so went upstairs to bed with that awful feeling of someone watching me. I went into my parent’s room (which I hated because the beams cast weird shadows all of the time) and I looked in the reflection of their mirror and saw the wardrobe door open behind me. It scared the life out of me because it made a creaking noise. I’m probably the biggest skeptic there is and I still don’t have a clue what it was that I saw that night. I don’t believe in the paranormal and I’m scared of spiders instead of ghosts but when I saw that thin, almost skeletal, lady in the doorway, dressed in black, I questioned how tired I was.
She was a solid figure and looked Victorian aged. Make what you want of it, but I think I was just too tired. However there was always that feeling of being watched and followed that continued for a year until we moved house…
Sent in by Flo, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com
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I noticed that your story happened when you were eight years old. Perhaps you’ve long since determined that it was just your imagination. Speaking from my own experience, I started seeing things when I was only five years old. I did what any child would do. I hid underneath my blankets.
My family was living in a three bedroom apartment. At night, after we all went to bed. However, I was always slow to fall asleep. I had more than just a few “sightings.” There were some very real “things” that crawled on the floor, and even on the walls. They seemed to be something like a cross between flying squirrels and bats.
I never spoke of these things until I was nearly forty years old. I was visiting my parents and brothers and their families, and my oldest brother responded to one of my stories, by saying that he too had seen these things. So, I wasn’t losing my mind afterall.
I’ve seen other things while I was in my late teens. Turns out that each of my four brothers had also seen some adult sized “things.” Many would call them “shadow people.” One of my younger brothers moved into my old bedroom right after I moved out. He told me that he had seen three of these things coming up through the floor. He only mentioned this to me once. He has since avoided any and all conversation about the incident. Please recall that we were all nearly forty years of age before we were willing to admit it even happened.
I’m not trying to scare anybody. I am suggesting that maybe some other family members have seen some things that they would rather not discuss or confess.
I don’t bother my brothers about this anymore. Beside that, I’ve had more encounters long since then, but nothing visible. Some of these stories I will only discuss in private messages at the “TalkParanormal” web site. I find that if I keep thinking about these kind of events, it is like sending out an invitation for more trouble.
Have you tried discussing this with your family?
I want to believe that I was just imagining things as a child however I still feel as though something was definitely in that house. It was a depressing place and my family felt like this also. I don’t talk about it with them but I did have a conversation once with my mother. She agreed with me that she’d seen some bizarre things in her room too like shadows and she’d felt a draining presence.
Thank you for your comment.