I have a couple things to share.
First when I was about 6 or 7 I used to "see" a little boy and little girl. The reason why I put quotes on see is I never really saw them but from the first time I "saw" them I knew what they looked like. They both were white looked about the same age as I was then. Had on maybe 1900 clothing and the girl had long blonde hair that was in two pigtails and the boy had short black hair under a hat. I used to "see" them a lot. I was never scared by them. For some reason they ALWAYS stayed in the basement like they were scared to come upstairs or someone was keeping them down there.
I used to hear pounding footsteps at night and I always said that they were just running up and down the stairs and sometimes it got annoying, but who's to say it wasn't someone who were forcing them to stay there or the one who may have killed them! I didn't really talk to them but when I did they never spoke back and as a child it hurt me because they were friends to me but they wouldn't talk to me at all. But was I grew up I stopped "seeing" them and now I just think that they were my imaginary friends. Honestly I would LOVE to see them again!
Second Story: Sorry if its short I'll try to give as much detail as I can so you can understand.
This happened a couple years ago about 2007-2008. I was in my room and I had a desktop computer in my room (there was nowhere else to put it in the house) and I was on the computer and my mom came in asking me if she can get on for a couple of minutes to look something up. Now my room is kind of small.
When you first walk in my room the closet is right in front of you (I have like a small hallway) and right next to the door is the computer and behind me to the right is my bed and TV. So I moved over to sit on my bed and my mom left my door open so I could see in the hallway and I was watching my TV and I got a great urge to look in the hallway and about 5 seconds after I did I saw something walk out of my moms room (down the hall) and down the stairs.
All I saw was the head and the right shoulder but I made it out to be a man. I asked my mom did she see my sister come out of her room she said she hadn't (my sister was watching a movie) I guess my sister heard me ask about her and she came out of the room, right then I knew it wasn't her but I haven't see the man again I guess when he went down the stairs he was leaving. I'm surprised that my sister didn't see him considering he was in the room with her. Sometimes I wonder what he was here for and was he a family member or something.
Last One: This one is really about a BAD feeling I had one morning. It was about 7:30 am one morning and I was getting ready for school. It was about 2007-2008. And after I got my clothes on and brushed my teeth and everything I went down stairs to get breakfast. Now I don't usually feel this way but as soon as my foot touched down on the floor from the steps I felt an incredible sense of danger but I just turned on Sponge Bob to calm myself and made me some cereal. After I ate it I was combing my hair in the long mirror in my front hallway and the feeling got stronger and closer to me and I started to really freak out.
I don't really know if this was just from me being too scared but I was a face in the mirror in the closet behind me. Like someone was standing in the dark closet hiding everything but their face, it was a woman. She was white and she looked like she had been killed with the scratches, scars, and burn marks all over her face, it was scary because she like zoomed into the mirror making noise like the girl from the grudge.
Even though I was young I tried my best to stay calm (the sense of danger didn't leave when she went into the mirror) so I got all of my stuff and walked across the street to my best friends house (we walked to school together) cause I just could take it any more I thought something was going to happen to me. As I was walking it felt like someone was watching my leave like they were looking out the window. I was too scared to look back. When I got to her house she saw how freaked out I was and asked me what was wrong but I didn't tell her.
Well those are my few experiences...
Oh wait another thing I just found out... As I was writing the last one my big brother asked me what I was writing and I told him and he asked me about them so I told him about the little boy and girl and how they were always walking up and down the stairs and he looked at me in shock and told me that he used to hear the same thing. Now the thing that makes me happy about that is he sleeps in the basement so he heard them loud and clear. But the difference is he said that he believe that it was a man and a woman but I thought they were children. But we both agree that one was male and the other was female and they never really came all the way up the stairs. So comment and tell me what you think.
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I can understand your hearts braveness because I'm like you, I hear stories and I see things that others would go to pshychologists for.There's something you should know about the life: Paranormal is paranormal and must be kicked away from normal life, If you just saw those kids and talked everyday like they were real then you were living the paranormal situatuation like a normal one... This is not right. If you grew up like this then don't be surprised if the paranormal is still haunting your feelings. Great story, thanks for sharing.