When I was about 12, my family and I lived in a huge old house in Carrollton Mo. I would say we had lived there for about 3 months before I saw my first out of the ordinary happening. I call all of my sightings "happenings". The first in this house was a bathroom faucet turning on by itself. I immediately ran down the steps to my grandpa and told him about it coming on, he said the pipes were old and the pressure was causing it, but when I explained that it also shut off by itself he frowned and asked if I had talked to my mom about it first, which I had not.
I had always heard footsteps, the sound of door knobs turning and old people's whispers. I have never been afraid of shadows or ghost stories. No matter how hard my uncles tried, they couldn't scare me, my mom had always claimed to see and hear ghosts as if they were part of her everyday life, so I felt I was use to it.
This old house had a very elaborate staircase that winded upward in a square fashion. This is where I saw the couple for the first time. Not too long after talking with Grandpa, I was home alone and finishing up my chores, I took a few steps on these stairs when suddenly 2 elderly figures appeared out of nowhere, right on the next step. I stopped, but not because of fear, but because I felt like I was standing in line. The old man was wearing an all black 40's style trench coat and hat while the woman wore a black and white dress with a thin grey shawl over her shoulders. The old man was aiding the woman up the steps by holding her right elbow. It took them a good 10 minutes to reach the top step, then they walked down the hallway to my grandma's wardrobe and entered it as if that was where the door was originally, (which my grandpa told me the house was re-done years before).
To make this long story short, while taking a bath, the same old woman suddenly appeared at the sink, turned the water on at the sink, moved to the bathtub and turned the hot water off, like she was taking the bath. She didn't acknowledge that I was there, just doing her thing. I finished quickly and ran to my grandpa again. He then told me that the old couple use to own a plantation of some type and had died in the house together. I began to see them more frequently, but not everybody could see them, I saw them two different times while with my cousin, and he saw nothing.
Since noticing that I was able to see and some were not, I began to look more. But this isn't where it stopped, I began to tell whether if a person was lying as if their words hurt my ears. I also feel what they are feeling, nervousness, happiness - all feelings! Other happenings go as far as being able to tell people specifics about where they have been and what their surroundings were like, even colors.
Over the years I would have short dreams and they would come back as dejavu. But I don't like to call them that because I can remember when I had the dream, (sounds funny I know) but I am 35 now and it seems stronger and keeps getting stronger. I have many stories.