When I was younger I lived in a house built on an old cemetery, there was rumours that it hadn't been dug up properly and that some of the bodies were still there, but I don't know how true that is. Eather way it didn't stop the entire street from paranormally active, almost everyone on the street had there own story about an object moving randomly, or footsteps.. Etc, well my house was notoriously haunted according to multiple people that came round. My mum has told me multiple about things dissappearing and turning up in impossible places, and times that I'd talk about people that my mum had never heard of and that I'd say they lived here as well. (we were the only people that actually lived there me my mum and my sister)

Anyway after a few weeks of randomly getting woken up to the feeling of having eyes watching me and seeing shadows I refused to sleep in my room so I ended up in my mums room for a few nights. again I got woken up with the same feeling and I could see a shadow coming from the landing in to the room falling on to my mums wardrobe, this time it was different tho as I could see the shadow clearly, other times it was out of the corner of my eye, and it terrified me so I just hid under the covers after a few minutes I looked back out and it was gone I settled down abit as that would normally be it. BAMM the covers I was still holding tightly on to were ripped off me and thrown against the wall. It was so hard It had burnt a few layers of skin off my fingers in the process. I don't really remember much after but my mum says I came running down stairs in tears shakeing. Trying to explain what had happened. not one of my friends believed and still don't to this day.

Safe to say we moved out not long after.