My first experience happened when I was about 10 years old (it's been happening my whole life) but this was my first major experience. I was visiting my grandmother in Hope, NJ and there is a restaurant called Charlie's Down Town. (Hope is a very old town). So when we drove up to this old building. It was a Victorian style house looking thing, painted a deep purple with white trim, but there was this deep feeling of... Well, I can't explain the feeling other than just a deep feeling of knowing.
I looked up at my father who is a very cheerful and joking man. And said "Dad, this place is haunted." He just laughed and took me out of the car. I griped his hand as I eyed the dark windows of the 3RD story, knowing with every bit of me that there was something up there. "This place used to be a hotel" I just said under my breath as I waited in the lobby to be seated.
The night went well, laughing and playing with my family until the feeling of knowing became a feeling of being watched. I told my dad I was becoming scared and I didn't want to be here any more. He called for the waitress and asked her to explain that the building was not haunted. But her face went pail and she eyed me and said, "How did you know that?"
My grandmother watched with such interest from the other side of the table.
"There was a girl who died on the third level, she's watching us." I said shyly. I felt so scared to say the words, only because I knew how true they were. The waitress just smiled at me and said to my father "yes it is haunted. A girl died on the third level, her mother committed suicide not moments later"
The rest of the night was very strange because with in my self I knew that I just did something impossible, something that would change the way I look at my self.