I don't believe in 'ghosts' as they are usually thought of, but I do believe in ghost sightings... but that's a different conversation which I'm happy to discuss elsewhere, but you wanted to know about experiences and as a kid I had a few.
The first was an on-going experience when I was about 8 years old.
In the middle of the night I'd occasionally wake for no reason and feel like someone was with me. I originally thought it was my mum checking on me (as she did), so I'd just go back to sleep. But then one time I opened my eyes and in my peripheral vision I could see the door was shut and there was a tall (but slightly shorter than the door), thin and totally black but a little blurry shadow. The odd thing was it was in the space infront of the door, not against any surface. I couldn't make out any actual details well, but it looked sort of like someone in a hooded shawl. If I turned to get a better look, it wouldn't be there, but there was also nothing else dark in that area. After that, I'd look when I woke and it was always there. I must have seen it at least 20 times and in two different homes, but not once did I feel scared. It felt like it was just keeping watch over me. It was oddly peaceful.
The next experience wasn't so nice.
I was a little older and I was staying over with my Nan in her old cottage. She had a couple of spare rooms, one I'd stay in and one for storage. One day, I was sent into the storage room to grab a chair and something was off. Something felt horrible. I don't know what was wrong, but I felt a shiver run over my body and my hairs pricked up. I started to panic and got out of there as quick as I could. I shrugged off that feeling thinking I was just being silly. That night in my room I was struggling to sleep, so I lay there listening to the soothing, muffled sounds of my Nan and Grandad chatting whilst watching TV by the roaring fire downstairs. Then I felt that same dreadful feeling wash over me again, and heard the door to the room creek in the way it did when slowly being pushed open. This wasn't right. I didn't want to look. I pulled a pillow over my head pushing it into my ears and scrunched up my eyes. I knew this was different to my other experiences and I did not like this one. I hated staying there after that as it happened every time (luckily sleepovers were rare). One day, my brother suggested standing up to it like you would a bully. So I tried. I forced myself back into that room and although I felt unsettled, I told whatever it was to leave. I wasn't going to be scared of it any more and it could do me no harm. Although that room always felt wrong, I never seemed to feel quite the same dread again and my sleep was never interrupted again. Thankfully.
Sorry, that became a much bigger response than planned and probably has loads of typos. |
