Whispers of the Night

When I was in my teens I think is when I started noticing it the most. About once every week or so I would hear someone talking to someone else.
(Now that house is away from town and is at the edge of the town itself, in other words 5mins walk took you into a field or a forest.)

Anyway, it was hard to make out what they were saying and I would make out words but I could never figure out what the whole conversation was about.
What I could make out sometimes was scary to say the least.

The amount of time I heard it said in different was.... normally it was along the lines of

"Do you think she is asleep yet"

Some times I would hear a faint voice tell them "No, not yet"
Or even "shhh, she'll hear you"

I know the main peraon I could hear was the man, but the person replying was always to faint to catch who it was. Maybe he was talking to the kid, but I think the one telling him to 'shhh' was the girl.

The Wave

Back when I was in my old room.... My dad tucked me in and turned the light off then went to the toilet. This is the room that had the big mirror standing on the floor.
If I looked at the end of the bed all I would see is the door (which was always left open when I was alone), so if I wanted to see into the hallway I had to look into the mirror.

I saw my dad leave the toilet and go to my brothers room (which was right next to mine), then I saw some ones arms poke out from around the corner of my brothers room. I could not see who they belonged too because the wall was in the way. They did some wave movements with their arms.
I don't know why but I smiled and giggled slightly. 
They pulled their arms back and that was that.
I never asked my dad if it was him. I know deep down that it was not him.
It never happened again.

Seeing Double

I must of been around 13 at the time.
Just sitting in the living room and felt something weird. I looked to the rats cage and saw a white rat leaning up on the glass.
Now our rat at the time was white but something about the one I was seeing seemed odd.
My brother was looking out the window and my dad was doing something at the other end of the room. I stood up and very slowly started walking towards the cage.
The rat vanished and I walked faster. When I got tot he cage I looked in and saw the rat curled up and sleeping in the corner. It wasn't him I saw.
When I thought back about the rat I saw I realized that everything about when was white and their eyes were slightly see through.
This was the first time I saw her. She was the rat we had before him and it was her old cage that he lived in.

Stairs

Walking up the creeky stairs  used to always hear someone say stuff to me from the balcony. After a while I used to stop and ask what they said but I never did find out what.... stupid noises stairs stopped me from hearing her properly.

Shadow People

I have only ever seen 2 shadow people in my life time so far.

My first encounter was when I was around 13 I guess.

I had been awake for a while but just lying in bed thinking. After a while I sat up and looked at my friend who was sleeping on the floor. I thought about waking her up but decided not too. I looked towards the end of where she was sleeping (i had a large half semi-circle mirror on the floor there) and saw a shadow figure sneaking up to the end of my bed. The figure had a round head, arms,legs and a torso.
All I can remember is freaking out. I kept looking at the end of my bed then back to the mirror... I don't remember what I did next.

The second time was midway last year.

I looked up to look at the clock and for a split second I saw a shadow figure. 
For the split second I saw it it looked like it was wearing a robe. It's head was just a big pointy mass attached to a flowing cape like body.

Cat On The Stairs

When I was about 15-16 we brought a cat. I was so happy, but what I didn't tell anybody was that it wans't just cos we got this lovely kitty that I was happy. I was also happy cos now when the noises of the spirits in the house were going on I could blame the cat.
No-one & no-thing could get up our stair without them creeking, and well sometimes in the middle of the night the stairs used to creek from bottum to top. Before we got the cat I used to tell myself it was the pipes, but I didn't really believe this because under our stairs was a walk-in cupboard and an outside storage space... in other words no pipes. Sadly the only times I couldn't blame the cat for the stairs was when she was sleeping on the end of my bed.

Man With The Knife

At random times durring every so many month, there would be this overwhelming fear of the man in my childhood house. In the middle of the night, no matter what bedroom I was in, I coulden't shake this feeling of a man walking up to each room holding a knife.
Afew years later I swaped rooms with my dad and the man with the knife would stop outside the door to the bed roombefore coming in... after the feeling of him opening the door it would all fizzle away. But still the fear of him when he walked the upstairs hallway, I could never get over that feeling.

Old home, New rules

I don't remember what age I was when I first heard her say that single word "Hello"
I believe I was around the age of 13. That moment is still so vivid to me. Pulling the chain that held the weight so that the grandfather clock would keep working. That young girls voice lightly saying hello next to me.
I ran down the stairs and told my dad, he asked if I said hello back... I told him no.

We moved into that house when I was about 8. I don't know what took the spirits in that house so long to start talking to me. I'm sure it was happening before in the background.
I had always been scared of going up stairs and I had to sleep with the light on in the hallway and the door open.

I will post more soon.. going back to my first encounters to the present day.