My grandmother's house had quite a few spirits that hung around, most of which were benevolent.
I was a very sensitive and easily frightened child and so my mother had built a psychic wall for my mind against spiritual manifestations. I don't remember any of the direct encounters I've had with ghosts because of that, although I know I had them.
There was a room in my grandmother's house that nobody liked. They were afraid of the entity that lived in the closet. My mom, stepfather, older sister and I lived there when I was about two. My sister and I stayed in that room. She hated it but I practically lived in that closet. My mother told me many times she'd realise she didn't know where I was and would find me in that closet talking to 'myself'. I don't remember these instances but I've never minded that room like everyone else.
We moved to the house next door after a year or so, I think. I had many indirect sightings of spirits in my grandma's home growing up. There was a young girl on her stairs I caught in my peripheral vision and a shadow man upstairs who seemed to get a kick out of scaring babies that learned to climb steps.
The most direct encounter I had after the psychic wall was when I moved in with my grandmother during my mom and stepfather's divorce. I was 17, staying in room with the closet entity. I felt it's presence often but it was friendly to me and so we coexisted. I was alone in the house and taking a bath when I heard the front door open and close hard (my grandma's door was solid heavy wood and you couldn't mistake the sound), then thundering foot steps up the stairs. All the way to the top, just outside the bathroom door. I was frozen in fear, I knew my whole family's foot steps by sound and it was not one of them. It was not my boyfriend either, who would come over frequently and also stay nights.
I waited for a several minutes before gathering my courage to go check. Wrapped in a towel I search the upstairs, and then the downstairs. Empty. I went to the front door, the deadbolt was locked. I asked my grandmother, mother, sisters, aunts and no one had ever had a similar experience in that house.
Not an immensely significant or intense encounter, but it's mine. Thank you for reading.
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