I don’t have much help, but we had what we called the “ mimic “ in our old property. This post will be long - so i dont know if it’s worth reading if you’re a non believer. - but i can see OP hasn’t had many people who have had experiences too. Which I’ve had plenty, but our old property was the worst one.
Anyway, our old property - we lived there for 4 years in total, for the first 2 years everything was fine, both of us had experience with the supernatural, my partner as a child, and me as a young tween. We had things happen that we couldn’t quite explain. But nevertheless it didn’t seem to bother us, and up until my last property I was always fascinated by it. I guess if there’s ghosts, it gives us hope there is something after life.
Anyway, going back to the mimic, it started when my daughter was around 3, we’d been moved in for 2 years, never had any problems at all. It was an apartment too, so it was all one floor. Me and DH was sat in the living room, watching TV and at around 10.00pm we hear our DD running in the hallway, we had our living room door ajar, so we could hear it clearly. The hallway light was off though so any potential shadows wouldn’t have been able to be seen. We waited around 15 seconds just to make sure it was from our hallway, as I said we lived in an apartment so initial thought was it could’ve potentially been coming from upstairs - No. it was our hallway plain as day, like daughters footsteps, as a parent you know exactly how your child sounds. And then I heard the run- back into the bedroom, and the creak just by the doorframe where the floor always creaks upon being stood on. I got up, and was thinking why on earth is she awake at this time, usual mom things, is her belly ok, bad dream?? Get into her bedroom, she’s fast asleep, mouth wide open, bed guard still up. - this was the first experience. And yes, I checked to make sure it wasn’t a “ pretend to be asleep “ moment.
second experience was one day my DH was taking a phone-call in his office, I can hear him plain as day, the walls are paper thin, I can hear every word he’s saying. I’m sat on the sofa, crocheting, no TV on, no phone on. Just me. DD is napping on the sofa next to me. I can hear my DH getting wound up, can’t be good, work is going bad. He ends the phone call quickly, rushes into the living room and asks “ what is going on, are you ok “ I’m sat on the sofa confused as heck. “ what do you mean what is going on, do I look ok?? “ he swears blind I’ve been calling him for 5 minutes, calling his name, asking for help. My voice. I most definitely wasn’t.
the last vocal experience was around 4 months before we left and one of the reasons we did actually leave.
we had been suffering with Covid, for around 3 weeks, and I was sleeping in my daughters room as she at that time was suffering with sickness, and then was dealing with a sleep regression, so I would sleep in her room, just to comfort her incase she would wake up, as this was more suitable for us especially with how hard covid hit my DH. One morning we woke up and my DH had told me he was waking up through the night with chest pains, and he was finding it unsettling and was getting concerned. I told him as you would, go to the drs and get it all checked out, make sure it isn’t anything serious. - we did.
that evening, I go to bed with my DD as we had the last couple of days, I get her to sleep, and I fall asleep myself, Covid luckily wasn’t too bad on myself, I had the loss of taste and smell, but overall, I’m thankful it wasn’t anymore. I wake up during the night to my partner whispering my name in my ear, I’m half asleep and facing the wall, and just as I fully wake up I hear him leave the bedroom, walk back into our bedroom, and shut the door. I get up instantly, thinking he’s dealing with the chest pains again, I want to comfort him. I go into the bedroom, he’s fast asleep, snoring with his mouth open. Just as I’m standing in our bedroom, I hear that floorboard creak in our daughter’s room. I head back in, and something doesn’t feel right. There was a battery operated lamp in the bedroom, it was a flimsy Wicca one I bought from Asda because my DD loved it. It worked for a couple weeks, and then stopped working, I tried replacing batteries but nothing worked, so we left it as an ornament no batteries in. However that evening, it decided to dimly lit itself. And from that corner of the room I could’ve swore I seen a shadow figure standing right behind the drawers where that lamp was.
this was the “ mimic “ as we called them. I had plenty of other experiences happen in this property. And as I said, we was believers, and intrigued, now I’m less intrigued and honestly just more scared of the possibility of it. I’m a chilled person too, I’m very head strong and will always choose facts over fiction. However some things cannot be explained, and this was one of them for me. I choose what happened over arrogance towards the idea there could possibly be something after life, whether that’s positive or negative.
edited to say many, not any.