I grew up in a home with a lot of haunting activity which seemed to center around me. It was just me and my mother in the house from the time I was very small, and I am disinclined to believe my mother had the time or energy to play pranks on me consistently for a couple decades.
The first incidents I recall are small, personal items disappearing from, and then (days later) returning to the same location. I can recall this happening to me when I was very young...maybe 3 or 4 years old.
Around this same time another pattern emerged. Probably from the same age until I was about six or seven, I would be pushed down to the floor from behind by what I thought was my mother, because who else could it be? This happened regularly--as often as weekly. Without fail, my mother would be somewhere behind me when this would happen, I would turn and angrily accuse her of pushing me. It's unlikely that I was forcefully tripping; I could distinctly feel hands on my back when this would happen. Without fail, she would laugh at me. In her defense, it's unlikely she was pushing her kindergartner down from fifteen feet away with her hands in dishwater. In retrospect, this happened exclusively in the same part of the house.
When I was still quite young, maybe between 6 and 8, I recall waking one night abruptly to see the face of a mustachioed, hat-wearing, dark-haired man glowing on my wall. After a moment of self doubt followed by terror, I was able to yell for my mother. The face disappeared as soon as she came in and turned on the light. She told me I was dreaming and left when I described what I'd seen. The face did not reappear. Of all the things I experienced in my home, this is the single time I believe it's possible I didn't see what I think I saw. The ONLY reason for that is that I was terribly near sighted from a very young age, and it's possible I misinterpreted what I'd seen since I obviously wasn't wearing my glasses while I slept.
As I reached the latter part of elementary school and then junior high, I would hear HUGE crashing noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded like someone knocked over the china cabinet we didn't have while simultaneously upending the silverware drawer onto the floor. The first few times this happened, I jumped up, terrified, and ran into the kitchen to see what the HELL was going on. Not a single item was ever out of place. Oddly, I only ever experienced this happening during daylight, never at night, and only when I was home alone.
Through the ages of maybe 11 to 17, I would see things out of the corner of my eye (again, nearly always during the day). As I mentioned, I was very near sighted, so I wore glasses. I always nearly immediately tried to blow this off as light reflecting on my glasses, but the family dog would disavow me of that little kindness by immediately reacting to what I'd seen. In general, when I saw this kind of movement, it was in the same room where I'd been pushed down as a young child.
Once, late at night and home alone, I witnessed a group of three or four objects float at the height of my head through a room, take a 90-degree turn to float AROUND BEHIND me, and then abruptly drop to the floor in the next room on my other side. That one absolutely defied any explanation I could try to muster.
Many other things happened in this house. Years and years later, I asked my mother if she ever experienced anything similar to what I did (she'd previously denied any such nonsense). She did admit that she had once or twice heard the horrible kitchen crashes. We also discussed how weird the, "You pushed me!" stuff was.
I grew up and left for school. The energy in the house started to feel different to me right away as I'd come back on weekends or for the summer. It just got more and more...quiet. Eventually it felt pretty flat. My mother still lives at the same place, and while I still have the same uncomfortable feelings in the room that was mine that I did as a child, that's about it. But I don't really spend much time there.
I've always wondered, since there was so much regular activity, what could have been going on. I considered a playful child spirit, but the pushing-a-kid-down-pretty-hard thing just doesn't seem all that fun to me. The last time I asked her, my mom said nothing much at all happens there now.
I'm sure I'll probably never know any more than I do now about what was haunting my childhood home, but I'd love to hear anyone's ideas or similar experiences.
Edit: A sentence for clarity.
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