When I was around 3-5 years old, I moved too this new house on the country side. I was really young and looking for fun all the time, and lucky for me the neighbor boy next door was at the same age as me (I'm just going to call him Mike) and had the same interests as me at that time.
One day Mike started to talk about this house on one of the fields that was close to the forest. He said that it was really old and possibly ghosts lived there. At this time, I had no clue what a ghost was so I was curious and tagged along. When we had sneaked through the cow fence and the houses, we arrived close enough to the house so that I could start too see what's inside the windows by detail. It was really old, it was grey with a fainted red color on it and some broken windows and a lot of webs in the windows.
As I looked on one of the 2nd floor windows, I noticed a woman looking out at us. She was really pale and had curly hair and a white dress, and she looked like she was hiding behind one of the curtains.
I quickly asked him "Are you sure no one lives there?" he responded quickly "Psst! Of course, who would live like that?" I didn't respond and looked up again towards where I had seen the woman, and she was gone.
When we reached the house we only looked inside the windows as the old furniture and chairs that had been placed on the tables.
We went on the backside and he ran over the window with a big open crack, and he put his arm in trying to reach something. "What are you doing?" I asked him, "There's a hat there, I want it!" I just hurried over and peeked inside. It was a bowler hat; it was dirty and didn't look any pleasant to wear on your head.
He didn't get it out of the crack, since it was too small and got really angry and I just said "Let's just look on the other side of the house then, maybe we can reach something there?" so we ran around and I noticed this plank on the wall that was loose.
I quickly pushed it and it cracked, I just threw it on the ground and noticed the gray ash inside the wall, I just called for him and he ran over and saw the pile of ash. "What's this?" he responded and started to take his hands into it, like if he was digging after something.
He managed to get something and he pulled it out, and it was a bone. I freaked out and just stood there looking at the bone, it didn't look like an animal bone since it was as long as half of my arm and he just smiled and looked at it. "Aren't you scared?" I asked him, "No, should I? This is cool I've always wanted a bone." I quickly snatched it from his hands and placed it into the pile of dust and I heard the neighbor dogs started to bark towards us.
"Oh my god! We have to get out of here before they spot us!" (The owner of the old house lives close enough to see if a person is in front of the house) he said and started to run home, and I just ran after him.
Some days later I started to wake up at night, I didn't know why but I did it almost every night. And every time I heard someone walk in the hallway outside my room, so I always hid under the blanket until I fell asleep again.
Not long after this I decided to go out in the hallway to see if it was one of the cats walking around, but when I came out there no cats was to be found, and I quickly looked up the stairs and saw the lights were on and I some a shadow of a person walking by. I hurried up in hope to see if it was my mother being up at night again, but the living room was all dark and I just freaked out and ran into my parent's bedroom and I woke up my parents and told them what I just saw. And as normally parents say, they said I was dreaming. So I went downstairs and just went back to sleep.
Ok this was just some of the things happening, I've had many more then these experiences with the thing called "ghosts/spirits", but I will try to get them up later.
I also still live in the house, and I'm not the only one that have had things happening around the house.
I remember me and my friend used to walk down to the airport, about a half-an-hour walk from where we lived. I don't remember how old we were, but it was before we started school, so we must've been about five or six.
Our parents never worried about it.