My family has always believed in paranormal activity, spirits, ghosts, etc. Every child in our family has always been susceptible as well to seeing these things and I was no exception. I have a few parts to this story and they include my brother as well.
My family moved A LOT. Our first school was here in SC, Blue Ridge area. I was 5 or 6 and my brother was 4 or 5. We were latch key kids from the start, especially that young because my parents would be home an hour after we got home, so it was not that big of a deal. However, my brother used to play with a man that was in our house. He didn't think anything strange of it and my mom would hear him talking to him, playing with him. Knowing spirits as she did, she thought nothing of it because it didn't seem to be harming him in any way. However, one day my mom came home (and I really don't remember where I was) but she went to check on my brother and lo and behold, he was locked into a closet, sitting on the floor. He didn't appear to be upset and my mom asked him why he was sitting in the closet. He told her that the man put him there and told him to stay. Needless to say, my brother never got to play with that man again and my mom asked the spirit to leave.
Time went on and we kids were always so sensitive that if we went to someone's home and felt weird, we would not stay very long or go quiet and not say anything. Of course, angry, sad feelings are easiest to feel and as a child, you have no idea what is going on. I felt those feelings so many times, it became normal. However, nothing can beat the overwhelming feeling of dread that I felt in our house in upstate SC. It starts with something I saw. I was always an avid reader and was reading in our living room with the front door open and it was sunny outside. I glanced up and literally saw a hand come through the air and slam down on the glass table my parents had. However, there was no sound and I was terrified. I told my mom and dad and she told me not to worry about it if nothing else happened. But then something did. I was alone at the house one night when I was around 11 or 12, waiting for my parents to get home. I was looking for a book to read when all of sudden the air around me became charged. Then I felt as if someone were watching me. I was so scared that I didn't want to turn around and I knew that if I did there would be a man sitting or standing close to me. I don't know why I thought it was a man but the feeling was only in the living room. I whirled around real fast, grabbed the phone and ran into the kitchen. I called my dad and asked him if he was thinking about the house or anything like that because, who knows, he might have been projecting. He said no and asked my mom and she replied negatively as well. My dad, who doesn't believe in spirits, had me go across to our next door neighbor’s house until they got home just in case there was actually someone in the house.
Needless to say, no one was there and they couldn't explain why I felt that way. I wouldn't stay by myself after that point for at least a month.
In that same house, there were a pair of glowing eyes that were only three feet off the ground in my room that would glow brightly every night. They would sometimes move to one side of my television to the other. My parents checked for glow in the dark paint, replaced the paneling, placed objects in front of it and every night the eyes would appear. Eventually, they left and I never saw them again.
Finally, in that same house, there was a childish spirit in that same bathroom that used to blow on the back of whoever was standing or sitting in the bathroom too long. Usually, there would be some soft giggle and it would go away. It happened so many times that even my grandma was used to it when she came to visit and tried to communicate but the spirit only wanted to play.
We finally moved from that house but it was always somewhat creepy and weird to me. As we moved to other houses, I would always "feel" them out because my mom knew that we were so sensitive. Our last house that we all lived in together had some serious creepiness going on but being older, I didn't think about it. But I knew something was off about it but as a college student, I had more important things on my mind.
So, what's your ghost story? I, personally, seem to have a ghost history.