If you were to ask me now I'd tell you I don't believe in ghosts, which personally I find to be a bit odd given what I've been through before. I kind of tell myself now that there must have been explanations for it.
All the following events occurred in one house.
I thought I heard my sister and friend playing in her bedroom when I was home alone, but when I went in it was completely empty. When I left the room the taps had been turned on in the bathroom.
One day the whole family were watching TV when we heard a crash in my sisters bedroom, we went upstairs to see what was up and all the board games had been thrown across the floor (they were neatly stacked on top of a wardrobe).
One night the pet dog found its way into my bedroom and was whimpering at scratching at my bed, kept telling it to get lost... everytime I got up it must have run off. This happened all night. I found out the next morning the dog had died just after I went to bed.
My dad used to work funny shifts and an after a late followed by an early he got back home in the afternoon and went straight to bed. An hour later we hear my dad sprint out of bed and down the stairs, without any clothes on, he was white as sheet. When we asked what was up he said he felt a presence in his bedroom staring at him and if he didn't get out right now he would have died.
Sometimes when you were in the shower and got out, it looked like someone had drawn a kite in the condensation of the door, this has happened to everyone in the house.
One day home alone I saw the handle pull down on the back door, I mean literally pull down, so I looked out the window and nobody was there, we had 8 foot high walls surround the back yard with glass on the top.
Because both parents worked my Gran would often meet us in the house when we finished school. One day she wasn't there. When my mam asked why not she said it was because she heard my dad get out of bed and go to the toilet then back to bed, she didn't want to disturb him so she just left. Dad was at work.
This one is the worst and just recalling it gives me the shivers. When I was a bit older 16 I think, my parents used to go to the pub on a Saturday and trusted me to stay home with a pizza and a movie. Anyways about 8 o'clock I heard some creaking from upstairs, then I heard one of the doors open and shut, then pacing up and down the landing. I was literally frozen with fear. You could hear each footstep going back and forth. The last stair was really creaky and when the footsteps stopped I could hear the stair creaking. I thought that whatever it is, is coming downstairs so I made a bolt for door and sat outside in the winter, with no shoes on for 4 hours until my parents came home. I have never, in my life felt such a sense of dread, it was like what happened to my dad, it felt like if I didn't get out I would die.
Thats just some of the stuff that went on, there was always something odd about that place. My parents moved when I was working away from home, I'm kind of glad I never had to go back there.