I'm glad "genuinely" doesn't come on as much anymore. He was so annoying half way through the forum pages! Yay-for "genuinely" is barely here!
Anyway, this is my personal experience. When I think about it, it's not as scary. I don't know why, it just isn't.
I was about 2-3, old enough to walk and speak. I slept on the floor of my parents' bedroom, all the way to the wall. Their bedroom door was opened all the way one night, and from where I was sleeping I could see all the way down the hall, to the dining room, to the kitchen, and then the door that has stairs going to the basement. Well, I saw the light right above the stairs was on, and I heard a faint noise. I got up, walked all the way to the top of the stairs, and I heard the old wooden piano(it came with the house) playing. I didn't know anything, so next I remember was that I was right next to the piano, and I could see the keys moving up and down, like someone was playing it, but no one was actually there. I remember the little seat that came with it was scootched out a little bit, as if someone was sitting there.
I don't remember anything after that. Up until a year ago, I had believed this was only a dream. I confronted my sister with this, and she said, "Oh. Actually, that wasn't a dream. You used to talk about it all the time when it happened, but we told it was just a dream so you wouldn't talk about it no more."
I don't know if it's the house or my family, but even the house we lived in before that was pretty creepy. I was only one year old, I know it might sound unbelievable to most, but I remember this stuff. In our old house, either it was a dream or it actually happened. I remember exactly how the house is. It was a two story house, my family lived in the bottom and my grandparents lived upstairs. In the kitchen there was a door that led to upstairs, my grandparents' house. I remember walking up there, and it's not just one staircase, it's two but angled. Well, as I was walking up the second flight, I heard footsteps right behind me. As I turned around, I saw no one and the footsteps stopped. I continued up again, and again, the footsteps started right behind me. I got to the top of the stairs, and this is where I also don't know what happened afterwards-I look into my grandparents' home and I can see the staircase in the corner of my left eye, and I strongly feel something on the stairs next to me. Then, like my other story, I don't remember anything after that.
Then since those personal experiences I haven't seen anything strange, really. But the house my parents live in right now is sort of creepy. Nothing major. But one year I had my oldest niece in the basement with me. As I was holding her heading upstairs, she pointed to this dark corner and said, "Aunty, what's that?" I was like, "What's what?" She pointed to the corner and thought again, she's pretty smart and only about 3, she said, "Oh, nothing. Hehe." But I knew she knew that thing in the corner wasn't right and she pretended she made a lie up so neither of us would be scared. Then, a year later, my other little niece, about 1-2 years old, did the exact same thing WITH ME. We were walking past that area, and she goes, "Aunty, what's over there?" I was thinking, 'Hell no, not again.' This time, I made sure it was something. I said, "What is it?" She goes, "What's over there?" And she's pointing into the dark corner, again. I was only halfway to the stairs and the lights weren't even on where we were heading, so I took her back to the bedroom in the basement where everyone was.
