Ever since I was six years I've had paranormal experiences, from seeing ghosts to hearing voices. My first experience was when I was six or seven. On the way the way to my grandma's house we used to pass this old blue house with a small front porch and porch swing on it. I used to stare at that house every time we passed I always got the feeling something was there that I couldn't see. One day driving by it, I saw a tall man sort of heavy looking wearing old blue jean cover alls with a white T-shirt underneath and wearing brown boots. I just stared at him and he did the same. We just stared at each other for like two minutes it felt. He had his hands in his pockets. That night we got home the guys image was buried in my memory so I asked my dad if any one lived in that house. He told me no ones lived in that house for a long time. Then he asked me why and so I told him about the man I saw. I described every detail to him. He just gave me a stunned look like no way. He told me there used to be a man that lived there that fit my description. Then he said I shouldn't have known that man from any where because he died before I was born. I just sat there stunned and so was my dad. I just looked at him and said dad I think I saw a ghost. Then he said you just might of. Trust me that's not all of the things I've seen.
In my dad's old farm house a lot of things happened there, from seeing a little boy in the barn with my cousin. We were walking up the stairs to the top floor of the hay loft, when my cousin stopped right in front of me. I of course ran into her and she says Mallorie look. So I turned to the direction she was pointing and sitting on a square hay bail there was a little boy between seven and eight years old. He was wearing 18th century clothing with brown suspenders over a white long sleeved shirt and those old time knee high boots. He turned to look at me after looking at my cousin. The weirdest thing happened I heard a voice in my head it wasn't mine telling me to get out. I didn't feel threatened by him he looked so sad and lonely. A grabbed my cousin's arm and started pulling her down stairs because the voice was screaming in my head to get out now. As soon as we got out side we took off running towards the house.
That is all I can write now but I have more incodents that I will write about soon. Any advice you could give me we be greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.