My First Paranormal Expierences

This is my first ghost story entry and I am so excited to share it with you. I haven't had many expierences, but the ones I have were, in my opinion, very interesting.

Okay, it was about ten or twelve years ago, I'm not sure. I hadn't graduated from High School yet, so it was somewhere between '99 and '02. I lived with my family (of course). My mother, father, younger brother and two baby sisters. Our house wasn't real big. One story, four bedrooms. Well, three. My room had been converted from the garage (my dad is a carpenter).

At this time I was young and pretty much my only interest was hanging out with my friends. I don't remember if I believed in the paranormal, but I do know I certainly didn't give it any thought. The first things that started happening were things I just heard about from my mom. I wasn't really home that often. She was telling me that knick-knacks were falling off the shelves (the ones that were pushed in the back of the shelves), the doors were shutting by themselves and the TV was turning on and off. Honestly, I didn't care. I just had an "oh, really" type attitude. I didn't see it as ghosts or anything.

One night, I was staying home by myself. My parents had driven to California to visit my grandparents and took all the kids with them. I didn't go. I liked having the house to myself.

(On a side note: this was the night we got robbed. Like I said earlier, my dad is a carpenter and had a bunch of tools in our back shed and when they came home the next day, they were all gone. It doesn't have anything to do with this story, but THAT actually creeps me out more than what would happen to me inside the house that night.)

So, I laid on the couch to go to sleep, because I wanted to watch T.V. (I NEVER sleep without the TV On) and the TV in the living room is bigger than mine in my bedroom. Plus, I didn't have air conditioning in my room yet and I live in Vegas!

Well, I was just dozing off when I heard my brother's door shut. I wish you could be there or hear the noise in your head like I do, because it didn't just shut.

It was like "crrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk"...and then shut...slowly. Very slowly. Almost like someone was trying to shut the door as slow as possible so I wouldn't hear them. It creeped me out a little, but I just told my self it was the air kicking on that closed the door, ever so slowly. So, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night and much to my horror, the TV was off! I panicked and fumbled for the remote, quickly turning the television back on. Not only am I petrified of the dark, I'm also very claustrophobic, so when I'm in complete darkness, I feel like I'm being suffocated. So, with the TV back on, I was able to sleep again.

I woke up in the morning at about seven and the TV was off again, but I could hear someone talking and hear some shuffling in the hallway, so I knew my parents were back and my dad hates the TV being left on, so he turned it off. I felt so much better knowing they were back, I went back to sleep. I woke up finally at around eleven and the house was quiet. Confused, I got up looking for my parents, only to discover they hadn't come home yet. After this night, I started to believe.

Another night, I was sleeping in my little sister's bed (I think I sleep everywhere except my room) and I was having trouble getting comfortable. Irritated, I sat up quickly to adjust whatever was bothering me at the time and heard a little girl gasp right in my face. It was so close to me, it's like I can imagine her face.

Another night, I was sleeping in said sister's bed again and my little brother was sleeping in the other bed that's in the same room (my other sister's bed). We were talking and joking around and then started to drift off, when we heard this really weird noise, like an old man breathing really hard. It seemed to pass over us and fade away.

Strange things continued to happen, for about two weeks. The final night, I was sleeping in my brother's room this time in his bed and he was sleeping on a mattress on the floor right next to me. My mother and my middle sister were sleeping on the same bed I heard the little girl gasp and my baby sister was sleeping in her bed that's in the same room.

My mom and my sister were lying in bed, talking and then closed their eyes to go to sleep. Then, my mom heard what she thought was my sister. Right in her ear, she heard this soft moan, almost a singing, very loud and high in pitch. She didn't even stir, since she thought it was my sister, but then she herad my sister say, "Mommy, did you hear that?" My mom said her eyes opened wide and she was so terrified, she could barely turn her head, but when she did, nothing was there. Mind you, I was in my brother's room and heard the whole thing.

My mom came down the hallway and I watched her kind of walk past the door, then come back and shut off our ceiling fan. I was like, "Mom, what are you doing? It's hot." And she was like, "Did you hear that?" And I'm like, "What?" And she was all, "That singing." And my brother and I both were like, "Yeah, we heard it. Why? Wasn't that you guys?" And my mom replied "No, but whatever it was, was right in my ear."

That was the last night anything ever happened in that house. We never even had so much of a whisper ever again. I wish it could have happened now that I'm older and truly appreciate what was going on in that house because it was remarkable.

Thinking back on it now, I think everything that happened, from the TV to the singing was that little girl and maybe that last night when she voiced her self, she finally moved on? Maybe she wanted to be acknowledged? I don't know. Why would it happen for a couple weeks, then have a big climax and then...nothing?

I know this was really long and I tend to get very lengthy and personal in my stories, but thank you so much for taking time to read it. I'd love any input you have, especially reguarding the questions I had before this paragraph.