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I'd like to start this entry by stating again for the record: That I'm no writer.
These entries are likely to be garbled, too drawn out and will never see a thesaurus.
That being said, let us begin, shall we?

From the age of ten ghosts have been a part of my life. Possibly maybe younger seeing how my memory is foggy and I have issues recalling direct ages :)

This particular story starts out in what I'll call "The Old House". The one my mother, to this day, complains to me that it would have been a lovely house if my "aunt had never played with a ouija board in it".
She's never thought that maybe she played with the ouija board because it was a hotspot for spirits, though. And the older I get the more that makes sense.

After the first few events while living at the "Old House" I started to notice a "feeling" here and there in different parts of the house. The outside restroom and the small storage room in the back, sometimes the restroom left me feeling as if I wasn't the only person in the room.

At 10/11-ish I was what they called "too smart" in my school. I would logic away most of my sudden worries and I loved the idea of hypothesis and testing things.

I often would tell myself that the feeling I had was just because no one was in these rooms a lot and they feel scary because of that.

However it never held true seeing how sometimes I would feel that way in the restroom.
On moving day we were set to move into my great grandmother's house. She had suffered a stroke and was living with my grandparents.

My mother had borrowed a covered horse trailer to haul our things.
I remember while packing that feeling surfaced every time I would go into the horse trailer. The sudden powerful feeling that I wasn't "allowed/supposed to be there" all coming from one side of the trailer all the way back as far as you could go. That ominous feeling that if you went to that place you would be hurt.

My great grandmother's house was a place I had spent a lot of time at. It was a wonderful place and I never felt these things at her house no matter what room I went into.

However-- upon unpacking the trailer into the house--- the ominous feeling never returned no matter how many times we packed the trailer for the next trip.

Years later that feeling would appear around the "new house" frequently. And eventually others would tell me the same. However we'll save that for another event :) Told by people I knew that spent time around me.