when I was 5ish, I remember lieing in bed awake then seeing a figure walk through the wall and through the chest of draws, kinda looked like a 2nd world war pilot and it was pink.
last year I was walking down my hall and it felt like I was punched in the stomach, I thought I had walked into somthing, but there wasnt anything there. I had a red pach where I was hit, weired (Y)
when my brother and sister and I were young, my mum said she used to hear children playing on the landing upstairs, laughing and such, but now we are grown up, it seems the presence of the child spirits have left.