I grew up in a suburban neighborhood where the houses were built brand new. The land was farmland before they built the houses and belonged to the Rancocas Indians before that.
When I was a child, I would say around 5 or 6 years old, I had my first ghost encounter. It was Christmas Eve, I was sleeping in my bed when I was suddenly and rapidly awoken. I looked towards my bedroom door only to see a grayish/white entity looking dead at me. All I could make out was the head and shoulders. I called out "Santa?" a couple of times, being I was so young.
The entity disappeared down the hallway so I hopped out of bed to follow it. I was suddenly halted by the bedroom door, looking down the hall. The entity was standing at the end of the hall looking at me. I called out "Santa?" again. The entity had no legs from the knees down nor feet. It moved/floated towards the back of the house out of my view. I had a terror come over me so I jumped in bed and pulled the covers over my head. The next day, Christmas Day, I woke up with my covers over my head and was still afraid.
Years later my brother admitted to seeing the same type of entity at night and awoken by them. He checked the house to find nothing and all the doors locked.
When I was a young teenager I was up alone late one night playing video games. I felt like someone was behind me and the feeling of being watched disturbed me so that I checked the windows for peeping toms. It was getting late so I turned off the game, turned off the lights and headed towards my bedroom in the dark. Something or someone tapped or flicked me on the back of my head. I froze, I said aloud "Not now, I'm tired and want to go to bed." I didn't look back and continued to my room.
Only a couple of months after that head tapping, I was in the house alone with our family pet dog. My mother was outside doing some sweeping. Before I headed out the door to help my mother to clean up outside, I placed a drinking glass inside a cup that was inside a bowl. My mother said she didn't need help so I headed back inside where our dog was. When I got back inside the first thing I noticed was that the cup was removed from the bowl and the glass was inside the bowl. The glass would of had to have been lifted, cup removed and the glass put down in the bowl. I looked at the dog and he was acting funny like he was scared and happy I came back in.
The most recent experience is only a few years ago. I was asleep and I usually wear lounge pants to bed. Something was lifting the cuffs of the pants and letting go. I could feel the lounge pant cuffs lifting and dropping several times. I kicked my legs for whatever was there to stop. It stopped and hasn't happened since but, now it clicks the pens that I keep in my bedroom and moves stuff on the stand where my lamp is and pens are.
This event happened not long ago and is the best experience I ever had and in broad daylight too. I was sitting on my couch putting my socks and shoes on, I'd say it was near noon. I felt the aura of the room change, like all the electricity was sucked out of the living room. Tying one of my shoes, I could see shoes that were transparent about three to four feet away from me. I knew what it was so I didn't want to lose my gaze or blink. I slowly looked up keeping my eyes locked on the entity. I followed the shoes up, the pants were blue jeans in nature. The shirt looked like green flannel button up shirt with long sleeves that was tucked into the pant with a belt. It looked nicely kept, new looking but still transparent. The face was hard to make out being transparent and the dining room behind. But the hair was parted on the side and nicely combed, not messy. It vanished before my eyes and I had to share my experience with family since my grandfather that passed used to dress that way.
Other than my brother's experience and my own, the rest of my family members refuse to claim to have had experiences. My mother, though, has claimed to feel things walk by her and things being moved around. I did use the flashlight trick that paranormal investigators do and was in contact with someone who claimed not to be a relative nor knew who I was. My mom was there for that.
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