I use to live in a haunted house when I was younger. Up until I was about 11 (maybe 12-13) years old. I was about 7 (or maybe 8-9) years old at the time. Then life wasn’t exactly “happy days”, as my parents would constantly be fighting.

Anyway one night (I remember the first night so clearly), my mum and dad had had another argument. So my dad went to the coffee shop to drink as usual. I remember that my Mother, Sister, Brother and I were sitting in the living room and were watching some cartoon. Then my Mother and Sister had some stupid argument about something. Anyway, soon after that we all went to bed. Now my Sister slept in a room nearer to the kitchen while my Brother and I slept in another room (we shared a room) which was besides the master bedroom at the other end.

I think it would have been about 30 or so minutes after we went to bed, that my Sister came to our room. She burst into my Mum’s room screaming and shouting her head off. So my Brother and I went to see what the problem was. She said that she had heard some deep heavy breathing at the foot of her bed. And then our Mother said that she had heard it too. Neither me nor my brother had heard this because I think my brother had already fallen asleep and I was in that half-asleep/half-awake state, so I hadn’t heard anything either.

While we were all in our Parent’s room, the deep heavy breathing sound became very loud and could be heard all over the house. By now we were all clearly freaked out. And to make matters worse, there was an overwhelming sense of something evil in the house.

My mum then rang up dad at the coffee shop and told him to get home as soon as he could. He arrived about 5 minutes later. After Mum explained to him what happened, he got a golf-club and started searching the house for an intruder (it was obvious to us that this wasn’t caused by some intruder, but naturally since he wasn’t there to experience it, he was quite skeptical).

Needless to say, he didn’t find any intruder. After a while we all managed to go back to bed (lol, though our sister didn’t want to sleep in her room by herself so she came and slept with my brother and I). Thankfully the rest of the night passed without any more occurrences of the deep-breathing sound.

Anyway, I think it was about every 2-3 months this would happen. I noticed a couple sort of patterns to it. It always seemed to occur after our parents would have an argument. And another strange thing is that it never occurred while our Dad was there. He was always out when it occured (usually at the bar). So when our Mum decided that she had had enough of this and decided that we should move house, our Father naturally said “No, we’re not moving” (Because he had never witnessed these occurrences firsthand).

I think after about 4 years of this, we moved into another flat. I remember the day our Parents told us that we were moving. I was so happy that we were finally getting out of that place.

After we moved, I noticed that our Parents rarely (if ever) would fight anymore. Our family just seemed sooo much happier, seeing as we were no longer living in that house.

Also one more strange thing…. I think it was when I was about 16, my Mother told me something that happened a couple weeks before all that scary stuff started to happen. One night she was in bed when she awoke in the middle of the night. She said that at the foot of the bed she saw some sort of figure glowing in radiant light. She told me that this light or whatever it was, told her, “don’t worry, everything is going to be alright. You will not be harmed.”

At the time she had no idea what this meant, and she didn’t tell anyone because well we wouldn’t have believed it. A couple weeks after that vision or dream or whatever it was, that stuff started to happen. She now believes that that figure may be some spirit that was telling her that we wouldn’t be harmed by whatever it was that was causing all that spooky stuff.

Oh yea, one more thing. The things that occurred out in that house, severely affected me. I was afraid of the dark plus had really horrible nightmares on a weekly basis until I was about 15 years old.