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Since this area is titled "Spirits and Fae," I will put this thread here. I had had so many weird things happen to me, my family, and even some of my friends ever since I was little. Here I will tell about it all.

The earliest thing I remember was the mirror at the end of our hallway at my dad's house. My older siblings (I was the third of my mom's kids, and my dad's first kid) made my little brother and I run down the hallway to turn on the light at the switch, about halfway down. The mirror always scared us. I don't remember it very clearly, but I think something would be there, looking at us. The mirror broke sometime when i was young, and I didn't have to worry about that, though I still hate seeing mirrors at night.

Another thing: Ever since my brother and I were very little, it felt like someone would watch us in the back of the house, especially when we were alone. We tried to stick together always to keep the feeling at bay. One time that stands out the most is I was in the room I shared with my little brother after my mom left my dad, playing with some toys on the bed. I started getting the feeling that someone was sitting under the window, facing me, just watching me. I threw the blanket over my head and kept playing, but finally it got to be too much and I left the room. An interesting thing is that room was my grandfather's when he was alive, and his bed was under the window. AND he loved watching kids play. Later on my brother and I both saw a leg, walking towards the back of the house. I saw it like it was putting it's foot down after a step, and it was the right leg, and my brother saw the left leg poised to take a step. It looked the way my grandfather's did. And he had his legs amputated below the knee, at the spots we saw the legs end. :/

Another thing at Dad's house. A figure appeared in our room, ingrained into the door, of a human-like shape. We dubbed it "the Frankenstein monster" and didn't think much of it. It never did anything, but now, looking back, I think it moved occasionally. After my dad died, it followed my brother to Arizona, and vanished from the wood. Also there we would hear noises that weren't happening. My brother would hear a game my dad loved to play, when my dad was asleep and the comp off. He saw the silhouette of a gun on the wall too one night. I used to hear the phone ringing before it would ring, and would at times know who was calling too. XD

My mother and sister told me about things that would happen there, at Dad's. My sister would be trying to sleep (this was before I was born) and would hear tapping that got louder and faster as she got closer to sleep, only to cease when she woke up fully, and to begin again. It was right over her head too. My mom would have her things move from where she left them, would hear someone walking on gravel outside the bathroom window, where there was none, and more... Whatever was at my dad's house followed my sister for a long time too, making her have to get her home blessed when she lived there.

I can't really remember much about some things.. I think I've put up mental barriers to keep me from remembering them.

At least your's seems to be on the nicer side. Mine, not so much. No, they never actually did anything to physically harm, but there's one here at the house I live in that I really don't like. I live in my uncle's house now, where I also spent a huge part of my childhood. I remember the things that happened here better, because I think there was more.

The first thing I remember is the feeling of something watching me in my uncle's room. It sent chills down my back, and I hated turning my back to the area of the room that it was coming from. I used to run down the hall away from the back of the house, as did my younger brother. I remember laying on the couch in the living room trying to go to sleep, and seeing a man next to the front door watching me. He was really tall, and from what I remember he had short brown hair. I don't remember much about him though.

Another thing is something everyone who slept in the living room, except my uncle, would hear. They would be trying to sleep between the hours of midnight and three I think, and would hear the sound of a metal spoon being slammed into the sink, but there was never anything there that caused it. My aunt, me, my brother, and my best friend all heard it. It stopped after a while though... I also was afraid to sleep with my head towards openings like the hall door... I was always afraid something would grab me from there as I was sleeping. *shivers* I still hate sleeping with my head toward openings.

Here's something interesting, and benign. I was trying to sleep in the living room one night on the pull-out bed we had. My friend was staying over that night, and she saw it too. I was laying on the side towards the kitchen, and she was on the side towards the hallway. Now, in the corner of the room opposite the hall door, there was a TV at an angle, reflecting the doorway so you could see it from the bed. I happened to look at the TV and a woman with long dark curly hair in a white dress was reflected in the doorway. I looked over, and there was no one there. Yet every time I looked at the TV she was. My friend saw her too, and we took turns looking at the reflection and the doorway to see if we could see her with our own eyes. She was peaceful, and my friend thought that maybe that was one of our guardian angels.

I have more, but I'll stop for now. I don't wanna overload anyone's brains. XD

Well, back then the house (Dad's house) was still in excellent shape. And the mirror in the hallway broke when I was little. It was sold after Dad died to someone who remodeled it and fixed it up. The place nearly caught fire twice when we lived there... Both from electrical shorts in the bathroom that we didn't even know about. And the time I remember waking with the house full of smoke I thought it was a dream, and my younger brother, me, and Dad were all asleep, but the house never caught fire.

About here, the house had always been kept in good shape til recently, when we has a huge leak that messed up the floor, which will be fixed once we get enough money to buy the materials to fix it (til then it's tricky going into my uncle's room as there are several places your foot will go through the floor if you're not careful.) But the house was always in good shape, so I don't think that's the reason. It's more likely the land it's on has something wrong (which a friend told me. One got possessed here too. :/ )... I don't know.

It sounds like someone has a sense of humor at your house. Might be time to start asking "who's there?". Who knows it might be someone your absently mindedly searching for.

Now, here's some stuff about what's been happening with my friend lately.

For a while a music box would play, until I touched it, and it only played once after that. It doesn't work at all now. Also the pictures and a cork board she has one her wall keep falling off. She was sleeping in the "studio" room one night, since she had fallen asleep drawing, and woke up to a voice whispering "Get out!" in her ear. All the doors and windows were ajar too. She's heard the voice say that again, but I forget what happened. A big HEAVY book I gave her on Egypt went missing from the bookshelf, though maybe her brother moved it, even though he's not allowed into her room, and that's where the book was found, under her bed.

Lately though things have been more active there. She heard a noise by the TV and took a pic of what she saw reflected in it. The TV was off, and she was holding the pic with one hand to take the pic. (I'll make a thread about it in the right section later.) In the pic, reflected on the TV was a man's face with a goatee and what she called a "soul patch" and asian looking eyes. He was just there staring. He was reflected on EVERY tv in her house the next two days too, and yesterday the TV turned itself off by itself. I asked her if her or our other friend had sat on the remote, but it was across the room on the desk.

Now, I spent last night at my friend's house for our "Friday Tradition," which is just basically a sleepover so we can draw, etc. Nothing really happened, except a couple things... My friend had cleaned her TV off with windex before I got to her house yesterday, maybe a couple hours before. She didn't turn the TV on after that, but last night, after I got there, it was covered with dust, like it hadn't been cleaned for a week. And the dust was green-tinted, which we thought was cool, since my friend loves the color green. XD (I know that could've just been something else, but it was still interesting.) I wrote in the dust before she cleaned it, drawing a bunny, and wiped my hands on my jeans. Later on I got a tiny bit of salsa on the side of my finger, so I licked it, and got a nasty taste in my mouth. That green dust didn't taste good. XD

The other thing that happened that I know of is the room we were sleeping in, which was my friend's "studio" room where she draws, was a lot colder than the rest of the house. We were freezing all night. In the morning we looked all over for a cause, but all the doors and windows were shut tight, and there was no draft. And the rest of the house was a lot warmer than that room...