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Experience #1:
I remember being in my old house, which was built in 1920's, sharing my bedroom with my older sister. Our bedroom door would fly open and smack the wall, and we'd fight about who had to get out of bed to close the door. I also had a great fear of my feet or hands hanging outside of the covers, I remember feeling as if I had been grabbed and pulled out of bed.
Experience #2:
At that house you could see the railing and the stairs heading upstairs from my kitchen and dining room. Every night we would sit together at my diningroom table as a family and eat, then my sister and I would clean up and continue to play. Sometimes, you could hear someone running up and down the stairs. This was something I had grown up with, so it didn't frighten me at all, but I can remember getting mad at my Mom for freaking out about it, wondering why she was making such a big deal out of "nothing."
Experience #3:
I was always afraid of mirrors, windows, any type of reflection in that house. I wouldn't look at the mirrors at all, especially in the dark.
Experience #4:
This is one of my Mom's experiences. She was outside on our deck one day sweeping, when she heard a loud bang and the glass from the attic window came falling down, she stepped back out of fright before it smacked right where she had been standing. It stood up straight in between the two boards right before cracking. After this incident, she decided that we should move.
Other little things happened in that house. I didn't like to shower, and my I would also hear a fuzzy, sort of buzzing noise whenever I was in the driveway or the garage before hearing voices. My mom says she rememebers me telling her about "the man" and that I said he was always nice and she would catch me laughing at nothing. I also heard my mom calling my name on numerous occasions when she had not.
Does anyone have an explanation or any thoughts to share with me?

One night, almost midnight, as I was watching TV shows and surfing websites, I clearly heard the big bang... Noise in the door of my room. The noise was like as if you bang the door with your leg twice... Bang Bang. I totally freaked out and then closed my eyes and started to take god's name. After a moment, I slowly went towards the door and then opened it but nothing was there. I knew that something has just happened and something or someone did it, but no clue. My parents were sleeping in their room and there were no other in my home.
And also another incident was on 29 March, 2015. I was watching show late at night lonely as my parents had already went to slept. Then I heard the sound of anklets jingling, jingling... It sounded for two times, then stopped. My heart starts to pound very fast then I directly went to sleep without any second or third thoughts.
I can also hear different noises at night; not so loud but mild like someone hit the wall across my room, also stepping noise in the roof of my house. My parents never heard the sounds as they use to sleep early. These sounds can be never heard either in the morning or in the day time.

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Experience #1:
I remember being in my old house, which was built in 1920's, sharing my bedroom with my older sister. Our bedroom door would fly open and smack the wall, and we'd fight about who had to get out of bed to close the door. I also had a great fear of my feet or hands hanging outside of the covers, I remember feeling as if I had been grabbed and pulled out of bed.
Experience #2:
At that house you could see the railing and the stairs heading upstairs from my kitchen and dining room. Every night we would sit together at my diningroom table as a family and eat, then my sister and I would clean up and continue to play. Sometimes, you could hear someone running up and down the stairs. This was something I had grown up with, so it didn't frighten me at all, but I can remember getting mad at my Mom for freaking out about it, wondering why she was making such a big deal out of "nothing."
Experience #3:
I was always afraid of mirrors, windows, any type of reflection in that house. I wouldn't look at the mirrors at all, especially in the dark.
Experience #4:
This is one of my Mom's experiences. She was outside on our deck one day sweeping, when she heard a loud bang and the glass from the attic window came falling down, she stepped back out of fright before it smacked right where she had been standing. It stood up straight in between the two boards right before cracking. After this incident, she decided that we should move.
Other little things happened in that house. I didn't like to shower, and my I would also hear a fuzzy, sort of buzzing noise whenever I was in the driveway or the garage before hearing voices. My mom says she rememebers me telling her about "the man" and that I said he was always nice and she would catch me laughing at nothing. I also heard my mom calling my name on numerous occasions when she had not.
Does anyone have an explanation or any thoughts to share with me?

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