lurker on this site here, but this thread caught my eye.
i lived in what seemed to be a haunted house aged 12-14 and iām pretty sure i befriended a ghost. the entire family situation was a mess at the time, parents had split a couple months before and my mum had met someone else and rented this house, i didnāt get along with my mumās partner and was mostly living with my abusive dad until they broke up and i turned 14. it was quite a dark time, i was depressed and on off suicidal and there was always a lot of arguments and upset in that house, which could explain the negative energies we all felt in that place to an extent but what we experienced went beyond that.
there was a bit of shuffling around the bedrooms initially but i ended up with the largest room in the house, on the top floor looking out over the train station our garden backed onto (not relevant to the story but iāve always found train stations to be creepy places and a hub of paranormal activity, though in this case i used to just sit on the windowsill and watch the trains go by, nothing but peacefully). no one really wanted this room, because the trains were loudest here and woke whoever slept in the room up multiple times, and the room and the landing outside seemed to be where the strange things in the house were centered. me and my ability to sleep like a log through just about anything, deathwish and apparent lack of sense of self preservation didnāt care and eventually, i moved full time with this room being my bedroom.
i canāt really remember the order things happened in and there were too many to list here but basically almost everyone who lived or visited here experienced something.
multiple times my mum would sit in her armchair in the living room watching tv the floor below my room and hear footsteps behind her or the sound of some kind of cat-like meowing or hissing with no one there. at one point she was laying on her side alone in bed in her room after her new marriage ended and she felt a presence behind her in bed breathe on her neck but again there was no one there.
my little sister had tons of nightmares. everyone heard footsteps on the upstairs landing while we were in our rooms.
at one point we had the cat my dad had got me there and she would stand in the living room at the bottom of the stairs and hiss or stare intently up the stairs and literally nothing. at one point while we were away and the cat was still there, my auntie was coming over regularly to feed it. the food/water bowls were in my room opposite the door and as my auntie was refilling them with her back to the landing she heard a short burst of music play from behind her.
we also had my aunties dogs over a lot, and one i particularly bonded with would constantly be looking up the stairs and the landing, āguardā me and refuse to let me be in my room alone, and if he slept over would always be in my room laying sprawled out next to me even though 2 other people lived in the house, as if he could pick up on the energy and was āprotectingā me and trying to put himself between me and something else. coincidentally (i sure hope), he died suddenly aged 2 years old at the nature place his owner worked.
my personal experiences were pretty vivid, looking back i feel like it couldāve been my imagination or mental health but that doesnāt explain how many other people experienced stuff.
firstly, my bedroom was always colder than the rest of the house and there was a kind of musty smell that emanated from a cupboard in my room next to the door. and there was always a feeling something or someone else was there. just that sense of awareness another person is in a room with you even if youāre both sat in silence or you didnāt actually notice them come in.
my mum was very christian and the time and was quite scared of the presence and at one point had a priest come in and bless the place with holy water, but i actually refused to let them do my room because i have some controversial beliefs about christianity and didnāt really want any rituals or whatever of a religion i didnāt trust or fully understand performed in my space. instead i just said to the prescence something along the lines of āhey, i donāt know you, you donāt know me, but i have no fear, malice or ill intentions towards you, and so long as youāre the same towards me, hopefully we can co existā.
the presence didnāt feel āevilā. it didnāt feel particularly āgoodā either, but it didnāt seem like it was ābadā more so ātroubledā. which was fine by me because i was too.
i āsawā it in some form twice, but almost always āfeltā it or heard footsteps like everyone else. the first time it was about 4am, and i couldnāt sleep so was sat in the middle of my bedroom floor drawing. with my head down in my sketchbook i heard the usual footsteps on the landing, but then saw the shadow of something travel diagonally across my room from my door to the curtain on the other side of my room. i didnāt see what casting the shadow directly because i was looking down but something passed through my room. i hid in the bathroom, composed myself and then came back to my room there was nothing, the energy felt fine and i went to sleep.
the second time, i was sat on my bed on my laptop in broad daylight and a small golden orb clear as day travelled from the direction of my window over my laptop screen out my field of vision and disappeared. this experience was entirely peaceful.
another strange thing was, i was sat on my bed, facing the direction of the window back to the rest of the room, and i was acutely suicidal, ready to take my own life. then all of a sudden i got this intense sensation of ādonātā. it was an internal sensation but entirely contradicted my own thoughts and feelings and felt as though it had come from behind me and wasnāt my own. personally, i believe it was the presence and fairplay to it, it was enough to stop me from doing anything stupid.
in a weird way, i felt a bit of bond with this thing. towards me, at least, it definitely became friendly.
eventually, we got evicted from the house and the night before we moved out i stayed up all night. it was the middle of summer so not that creepy, but in the lead up to that day my room had slowly been filling with moths (i didnāt mind iām very much live and let live and if thereās anything in my room i either catch it and put it outside or leave it be). that morning, i sat on my windowsill, listening to music watching the sunrise and the trains go past, and a good 50+ moths were flying round my room. it was strangely beautiful, imo moths are just goth butterflies but i know some people would find this terrifying. a couple times a minute one would land on me or my hair for a second then fly away again. it felt like a strange goodbye to the house and was a really precious moment for me.
after we left, no strange things followed us, we moved around a bit then found our āforever homeā and weāve never experienced anything paranormal since then. what was striking, was how empty new places felt even if it was just staying in a friends spare room. like that first night away, i slept in my auntās sons room while he was away and it was noticeably uncomfortably empty because iād adjusted to always having a prescense with me, and it a weird way i missed it.
i never worked out what the presence was, we couldnāt find any info on the history of the house when we googled it. i have absolutely no evidence of this or explanation to why i think this, but i suspect someone hung themselves off the railing in the cupboard that always had the strange smell and maybe was haunted by the troubled soul and thatās why it seemed to speak so vividly when i was having thoughts of a similar thing. or maybe it was some kind of spirit related to the train station outside.
but at the same time, i take everything with a grain of salt. it was a very turbulent time for everyone and my mental health was a hot mess so i wouldnāt be surprised if the entire thing was in my head, although that doesnāt explain the fact everyone who visited had similar experiences and when we moved out it all went away where as if it was some kind of mental episode surely it wouldāve followed me instead of just stopping overnight even though my mental health stayed the same/got worse.
iām also not sure if it was a āghostā or if it couldāve been an external spiritual manifestation of our own pain, or maybe some kind of spiritual echo of previous events that occurred in the house. or just something beyond the limits of human comprehension.
to this day, i donāt know, but it was defo weird and i hope you guys find the story interesting.