I have had many experiences in my life time. I am going to start with myfirst one and work my way up to now. They get more intense and harder tobelieve for some as time goes on…

 My first experience was when I was sixteen yearsold.  My parents moved us to a new home in the country.  The Area thehouse was built on...use to be an Indian burial ground, from what we had beentold.  It was on forty acres of land. As time went on strange things would happen in the house, you wouldhear footsteps coming up the stairs, which was where my bedroom happen tobe.  I would think my parents or brothers were coming up the stairs butno-one would be there.  There we noises in the house, the basement, my bathroom. I was always scared to death to go to bed a night and always slept with a nightlight on.  One night,  I was lying in my bed…not asleep.  I sawthe person appear in my room.  She was right in front of me long blackhair, white dress. I know it sounds classic, but that is what I saw.  I remember she did not have a very nice lookon her face. I don’t remember her looking like an Indian. But, It scared thehell out of me. She didn’t say anything she just looked and me. I was frozen. Then she disappeared.  Of course I told my parents, but they did not believeme. Told me it was my imagination. But I was wide awake so I knew what Ihad saw.  Anyhow I don’t remember how long it was again later, but I waslaying in bed again awake. ..All of a sudden I felt this scratch across theback of my neck…I can still feel it today if I think about it.  I jumpedout of bed, something actually touched me. I saw her again.  It waslate and everyone else in the house was sleeping. I knew it would not do any good to wake my parents. But i was really scared.  So, I went and sleptdownstairs on the couch.  In the morning I told my parents what happened, theydidn’t believe me again and of course there was no mark or anything to prove it.  Idid see her a few more times, I learned to live with it. Hiding under my coversand just not looking. I can’t remember much more, it was a long time ago. When I got older,  I got married andmoved out of my parent’s house.  Quite a few years went by, but later my parentsstarted hearing things walking upstairs, noises in the basement and therewould be someone in the kitchen, like they were in the fridge and cupboards, the microwave would go on, littlethings like that.  They would think each other was in the areas, but whenthey would check the other one would be else where.  A couple of years agomy dad was sitting in the living room and her looked over to the side and therewas a gentleman sitting on the couch across from him. My dad double lookedhe was still there, then he disappeared.  To this date they hear all kindsof things that happen in the house. They don’t really like the upstairs, thatis where most the activity is.  But they don’t let it get to them, theyare now use to it…they have been living in the house for over 30 years now. It’smostly just noises, few appearances here and there. Last summer my dad was outside, he looked in the kitchen window and called to my mom who was standing there but she didn't answer.  So, he went into the house to find she was not even in the kitchen or had not even been in there.  But personally I thinkthey get a little spooked still!

My next story gets better, I know this one is rather boring,but I wanted to start at my begining…My new home!