As a child I had always been interested by the supernatural but nothing really ever happened to me until I was about nine. My dad and I went to eat at TONY'S BAR, we were both eating breakfast and after we finished my dad started to smoke a cigarette, when he leaned forward to tap the cigarette ashes into the ashtray, it moved about fifteen centimeters away from him. We both looked at the ashtray amazed, not being able to believe what we had just seen. That was my first ever supernatural encounter.
My second was about four years later after my parents separation. I was staying at my dad's house, this was the place I grew up in which was over a hundred years old, it was about three in the morning and my dad had gone out to buy some fruit, I was so tired I decided to call it a night so I closed my eyes and fell half asleep. All of a sudden I felt a strong poke in my back and I know I was not dreaming, I turned around but no one was there, my dad hadn't arrived yet.
After that fright, although I was petrified, I was still extremely tired and I fell asleep some time after that. I was woken up again by the sound of the fan switching off by itself, it did it again a few times after that, I surely was not going to sleep after that.
Finally my dad arrived home and after I told him what had happened he mentioned to me that sometimes he would be lying in bed and then someone or something invisible would sit down next to him. After a bit, me and my dad figured out that it might be my deceased granddad looking out for us. Also one time it was about five in the evening, my auntie was arguing with my grandmum upstairs whilst I was in the bedroom downstairs, all of a sudden the door slammed so violently that the window opposite vibrated. Maybe it was just the wind but it was quite a normal non-windy day, it seemed more like an act of frustration.
All I know is that there is definitely someone in our house watching over us, especially when I walked down the staircase which has a creepy old bedroom directly behind it, I always feel as though I am being watched by someone.
Although my story may not be as spine chilling as some of the other ones I felt the need to share it with this site.
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