I don't know where to start with my stories, I've had so many spooky things happen over the years, that I've almost accepted it as normal. Most experiences have been positive, or at least not too scary, but not all, that's for sure.
The very first one that I remember I would be 5 years old, but I can still see it clearly & remember it as if it were yesterday.
At the time we lived in a creaky old house in Honiton in Devon, I remember it on the high street & was very close to a little river, more babbling brook as it was a deep drop, with lots of rocks in it, we lived almost next to an old stone bridge & there was a tiny shop near the bridge.
The house was dark & eerie, lots of old dark wood & also of lots negative things happening, like invasions of ants, flies, spiders & at one point I remember mice too. My DM grew to hate the place, she had several strange accidents there too, like breaking an ankle when hanging out the washing & refusing to own up to how it happened. We had a room upstairs, a second bedroom, but it felt so bad in there that we never used it, DB who was a toddler, shared a tiny box room with me instead of one of us having this much bigger room.
I remember that I was both fascinated & scared of this room, which compared to the rest of the house was quite bright & sunny, but always icy & always smelled bad. I remember trying to take our big soppy cat into it, as I wanted to go in, felt compelled to, but was too scared to go alone. The cat never went near on his own, so I carried him in. I got to the middle of the room & he just freaked. He started howling like something from a horror film & shot out of the room & the house, scratching me badly in her rush to get away. I went to run out of the room too, but felt something push me over hard & I fell screaming & terrified to the floor.
My DM came to see what was going on, I remember that she looked scared herself, but she dragged me out & shut the room door, later insisting that my dad organised putting a lock on the door of this room. That room never felt good, even passing the doorway set the hairs on the back of your neck on end, but I was still compelled by curiosity too.
I never felt alone, always felt watched by something if I was alone for even a moment & I hated it if my DM left me to see to my DB, if he woke up from a nap, I was probably an awful, whiney, very clingy DC in that house,.Lots of other things, vague moving of shadows out of the corner of my eye, things falling off walls & shelves etc etc.
One night I was lying in my bed, I couldn't sleep & was tossing & turning, I turned to look at the foot of my bed & there only a few feet away from me was some weird, sort of cloud of grey dusty smoke. It's difficult to describe, sort of particles of pale grey, started filling up to make a shape, like it filled an invisible glass shape until it became a monochrome boy. I was frozen with fear & could just stare at this happening, when he was fully formed, he was still translucent, but very much there - I saw then, that had no eyes, just deep dark pits that felt like they were burrowing into my very soul, nothing friendly about it, but anger, malevolence & I sensed sadness too.
Eventually I managed to find my scream & I screamed & I screamed, until my DM came up running up stairs to see why. Again I remember she seemed scared & agitated too, but brushing it off as nonsense, but she still wanted to get us both out of there quickly, taking us down stairs to sit with her, but all the while telling me that I had just had a bad dream. I remember that I felt very cross about that, as it seemed she just refused to believe me. Thankfully we moved soon after, I didn't remember the details though.
At the time, I obviously had no clue, but growing up & learning, as you do, I later realised that the boy wore an old fashioned school uniform, complete with tailored knee shorts & a just William type little peaked cap & was probably somewhere between 9 & 12.
I always remembered this house & those incidents so clearly & it always upset me that I wasn't believed about the boy or the pushing over, but if I brought it up, DM bristled & told me to be quiet, it was nothing more than bad dreams & too much imagination.
That was until I was 14, when the subject of spooks came up again & I mentioned the grey eyeless ghost boy, expecting to be shot down in flames & told I was imagining it or making up stories again - but not this time, DM went on to say that she knew I hadn't lied, because both times she had seen him too. When I was pushed over, he stood glaring menacingly out of the corner of the room & she remembered those soulless, strange angry & sad, deep dark eyeless sockets too.
The night she had come to see why I was screaming in bed, she had seen the same cloudy grey figure walk out of my room & right through the door of the locked room. It was the final straw, she also owed up that the broken ankle that happened in the yard when she was hanging out washing, was because she had suddenly felt freezing cold, on a hot sunny day & had then been pushed over by an invisible force too. Apparently after that last night, she refused to stay in the house ever again, stayed with friends & a B&B until she could pack us up to move, we moved back up next to family at the other side of the country the following week.
Part of me would love to know the story behind that house & who the boy was, part of me never wants to go near ever again