I have many stories to tell when it comes to ghostly encounters. The most frightening of my experiences with ghosts happened in my childhood. These events were the most frightening, though since then, if I think about it now, I have also experienced some fearful scenarios. It may be that the ghostly events of my youth seem so frightening simply because of my impressionable age, but then again, those were times were the line between the living and the dead, the possible and the impossible, the beyond and the here, was indistinguishable. I’ll share with you just a snippet of a series of events that took place in the same house. We lived in the first floor of a hundred-year-old, four-apartment building. I think I was around nine years old when this particular event happened. I never felt comfortable or even safe in that building, I always felt like something was about to claw at my back or feet. It was night and I was in the living room watching T.V. alone. I got comfortable on the couch but in moving, I dropped the remote control. When I bent over to pick it up, I heard a knock on the floor right where it had fallen. I thought it was odd, quickly mentally calculated that the basement was empty, that basement had really, really high ceilings, and that I had heard no other noise. I don’t know why I did it, but I knocked back on the floor once. Almost immediately there was a knock back in response. The knock wasn’t coming from this side of the floor but from beneath the floor, meaning, from the ceiling of the basement. It just didn’t make sense. I chuckled but at the same time something in my gut grew cold. I knocked again. This time twice. And two seconds later, there were two knocks in return. That’s when I ran out of the living room into the bedroom, looking for my mom. I explained to her what was happening and she came out to see. I knocked again, but nothing happened. She believed me though, because we had had other previous experiences that we could not explain. For some reason, the blinds on the windows of the living room never stayed up long. They would always fall eventually and we always had to fix them. There was one time we were chased out of the basement along with a neighbor. So many other strange and unexplained things happened, I don’t even know what to share. I mean, I’ve always wanted to live in a haunted house but during my time there I didn’t even realize it was haunted! I didn’t comprehend it was haunted, I wasn’t fully conscious of the hauntings or of myself, and the “unbelievable and impossible” factor kept me from fully embracing this strange reality. Also, at the time, I didn’t have my other vision open, if you know what I mean. Have you ever experienced a haunting? Or seen a ghost? Do tell!