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My paranormal experience | #1

As it is October and everyone's favourite time of the year (Halloween, in case you weren't sure) is approaching, I thought I'd get into the festive spirit (get it?) with a few little ghost stories...

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A second disclaimer, I do believe heavily in the paranormal and the afterlife. This may make these encounters seem a biased, but all I can say is that in my opinion, these occurrences don't really have rational explanations.

I've always believed in the paranormal - spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to call them. I don't have a baldy clue what happens when we die, and I won't find out until it's far too late, but I do truly believe that some part of us stays behind after we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

I don't necessarily think everyone's spirit sticks around - I don't know if overpopulation is a thing in the afterlife, but imagine how many ghosts would be plodding around right now?! However, I believe that there are possibly many reasons for spirits of manifestations of past lives staying on our plane.

Anyway, I digress. I thought it might be fun (if you like this kinda thing) to talk about some spooky experiences I've personally had. Like I say, I don't have many logical theories for why these things occurred, but I'd definitely be interested in hearing yours!

I'd like to start with saying that I always have and still do believe that my parent's house is haunted.

I don't remember when I first started noticing weird things happening; it's like they always have. The frustrating thing for me was that when I lived there and experienced all these strange little things, nobody was ever there to witness them with me. Typical, right? It's like ghosts know exactly how to make you look like an idiot.

So my parent's house, my childhood home, isn't really that old (structure wise). It definitely doesn't have years and years of history and gruesome, bloody tales to tell. I think it's easy to assume that if ghosts are real, they're always super old and are only attached to ancient properties.

I always found that my childhood bedroom had the most paranormal activity, for reasons I still haven't quite figured out yet. One recurring experience was just general banging and intrusive noise coming from my bedroom at all times of the day and night.

I shared my bedroom with my younger sister whose bed time was slightly earlier than mine. She would be in bed, supposedly sound asleep, whilst I was still allowed to be downstairs watching TV. Every night, pretty much without fail, I'd hear banging and footsteps upstairs which I thought were my sister messing around.

For context, we used to have bunk beds and my sister slept on the top bunk. The banging I used to hear would start with one loud thud, as if she had jumped from the ladder of the bunk onto the floor, then rapid footsteps like she was running around or playing.

Every time this happened, I'd go upstairs to tell her to get back into bed, only to find her already in bed fast asleep. She wasn't even pretending; I remember standing there talking to her, saying stupid things to try and make her laugh so she'd get caught. But she really was genuinely asleep.

Footsteps I'd hear all the time, even as I got older. I remember one particular day where I finished college on a half day, so returned home just after lunch to an empty house. I was on the phone to my friend, just pottering around the kitchen, making some dinner. I heard banging coming from upstairs, but it seemed a lot louder than usual.

I did pause and my first thought was, oh God, is there someone in the house? I kind of froze for a minute because I didn't really know what to do. I kept really quiet and still and listened for more sounds. It was silent for a while and then I heard the most almighty crashing coming from directly above me (coincidentally - my bedroom.) The only way I can describe it is as if someone was on their hands and knees on the floor, repeatedly slamming their fists into the ground.

I remember holding the phone up to the ceiling and asking my friend if she could hear it, as though I thought I was losing my mind. Luckily, my dad came home from work shortly after and all the noises stopped.

Another weird thing that I've experienced in that house is something that only ever happens once every couple of years - so far apart that the next time it happens, I've totally forgotten the last time I experienced it.

My childhood bedroom is filled with a lot of junk - toys and clothes and teddy bears and other stuff that we just never got around to throwing away. Despite us being hoarders of childhood memories, I could probably tell you the majority of what's among those piles and what I know, for sure, is not there.

Every so often, though, without warning and seemingly without anyone making it happen, a sound can be heard coming from that bedroom. It's the sound of a toy, definitely, as it is a happy little jingle that you'd expect to play from a child's toy. It sings to the tune of Yankee Doodle, which for me, is pretty nightmare-inducing now.

I know for a fact that no such toy exists in that bedroom, let alone that house. I have never owned a toy that made that sound, nor did my sister and I am confident in saying that my brother never owned one either.

Regardless, surely a toy that is upwards of 25 years old wouldn't still be working now? If this toy did exist, what makes it play that tune sporadically when none of the toys in that bedroom have been touched in so many years?

Other kinds of paranormal activity I experienced in my time living there included putting down my phone only to find it in different places every time I re-entered the room; sitting about 2 feet away from my bookshelf, having not touched it whatsoever, when a heavy, hard-back book flew across the room and landed beside me; coat hangers flying out of the wardrobe in the middle of the night (something my sister did actually witness) and more.

In general, my parent's house now still gives me kind of weird vibes. It's never sinister; I never felt as though I'd be hurt, with the exception of that one day where the violent, threatening banging was coming from my bedroom.

I can't explain any of the things I've experienced - hearing the banging once or twice you could maybe put down to a creaky house, or a draft causing a door to blow open and shut, or just something having been disturbed last time I went upstairs. But I truly believe that something lingers in that house, because I feel like I have experienced and connected with it with nearly all of my senses.

I mean, my sister did have an imaginary friend called Icky when she was little, so maybe Icky was a real person all along...

Do you believe in the paranormal?
Have you ever experienced anything spooky?
I'd love to hear about your experiences!

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