I have heaps of different experiences over the places I have lived and travelled through. I had parents who were very open and inquisitive and we use to stop in our 13 foot caravan (in the middle of nowhere town overnight) look at a map of the region and ask the spirits with a needle and thread which way to go, which place to visit next. I have been to 33 different schools all over Australia and NZ. Life has always been fun and adventurous and I have had the good fortune and privileged to experience a lot of things and live in some wildly beautiful and majestic places as a kid growing up. My first experience came (as I was told by my parents as I do not remember) when I was 3 years old and we had just moved into a semidetached home in Braintree in Essex in the UK. My sister was almost 2 and dad was in hospital and mum was woken by me screaming "mummy mummy there's a man in the corner there's a man in the corner! So my mum went around the house with a baseball bat terrified out of her wits only to find nothing. But the creepy things that happened was that both my parents felt like there was someone at the top of the landing trying to push them down the stairs but never told each other until the time we were leaving... (which historically over time was more than one instance when) the people from next door got friendly and asked how we found living in the house was like? Being a very private family my father said fine no problem, why do you ask? What had happened was the middle aged couple who had lived in the house before us had a tragic accident. They told my parents that one morning the bloke was going to work. Stuck his head out of the window of his car to look out in the pea soup fog conditions and had himself decapitated by a passing lorry. A short time after that the wife use to run out in the back garden in the middle of the night screaming go away go away he's here he's here.
Why I have had such dramatic occurrences I don't know why maybe it is because i was born from two people who loved to explore all that supernatural stuff together. However it took us all on a journey through different religions and belief systems as well. for example... between the ages of 13 and 14 I had been to 7 different high schools, rode 30 ft waves in a tractor inner tube (Westport NZ) .... baptised into a Mormon church on the Gold Coast QLD Aus, Lived on holiday resort which was on sacred lands that were cursed because of a massacre in Kooralbyn, got a State best actor award for the DAFI in a short film i did in Beaudesert High (i left before I got it but found out through a friend i made by letters), Went to a seventh day adventist highschool in melbourne, vistied the hare krishna temple in st kilda, sold paintings door to door with the devotees, shave my head and wore a siika and went to live on the farm in Mullwillimbah (got the runs and came home). Next school I was a day student at a catholic boarding school in a country town and they got the base drum marching band giant of the school to deal with the new skinhead from melbourne in the locker room . After my strong objection to him picking me up and placing me against the wall with a swift kick to his nether regions ish we became good friends.
The house in Wesport we lived in not even the Maori tough guys would go near. It was spooked by a menacing spirit. My mother was in the bath one time and the breath and voice of a "HEY" sent icicles down her spine and the room got deathly cold. On rainy days i use to skateboard down the long hall way in the house. It was carpeted so i did not use to travel far without much effort. Anyway this day i was skateboarding down and it was like the force pushed me faster or something because before i knew it i was smashing my hand into one of those old fashioned light switches at the front end of the hallway... the light fittings were dark brown roundy ones... and it smashed into pieces.... It was like this energy sort of had its own fun and joined in on what I was doing. But those light fittings were pretty solid bit it broke pieces off it.
Another time in Balmain in inner Sydney in my 20's ... i was staying at a friends place ... just passing through . At about 1 am in the morning i went to the loo. It was like a first fleet terraced house, there were cobblestones in the alley way and the toilet was the classic outside dunny at the end of the garden. So there was like an orange haze in the sky (like in any city at night with cloud cover). I was sitting with the door open taking the unusual scene in and i saw this tiny little orbs of light buzzing around a shrub at the other edge at the back of the garden. That spun me out because i remember hearing stories from the older peoples about fairies at the bottom of the garden.. and I did read the magic of findhorn many years earlier . I observed the cobblestones , as i have come to understand over time the conductive and capacitive power of rock and stones to resonate energy fields. But while I was thinking about that and observing with glee the orbs i could hear a clanging of pots and pans coming from the house which seemed odd at that hour with everybody in bed asleep. There were indeed pots and pans hanging up in the kitchen. Then I heard this god awful scream from up the suburb somewhere.. it sounded like it was some higher than ground level residence. So i get off the toilet and go over to where the orbs were. i thought at first they were fireflies but they did not behave the way fireflies do. By the time i got off the toilet the orbs were gone. But i needed to go and see if something was reflecting something because it was just weird. I went over to the bush and it was just a bush. I looked up back and around to e house and yep i got that chill you get down your spine when you see a ghost. There she was.. like you would see in a movie a beautiful and graceful older woman with white hair waving lovingly at me. It was stunning. I knew straight away it was a grandmother of my friend. I told her in the morning when we woke that i met her grandmother last night. I told her everything about the fairies which she was surprised and delighted to hear and about hearing the noises and the pots and pans and she goes "agh yeah she always does that she is having a bit of fun and letting us know she is still around. "
I have plenty more.