My first paranormal experience happened when I was around 10 years old. It was summertime and I was spending time with my grandmother. She lived in a big, old, two-story farmhouse out in the country. I was sitting in the very front of the house in the living room that was located downstairs right by the front door.
All of a sudden, the screen door opened and banged shut. I heard footsteps running up the stairs. My back was to the stairs and I assumed that one of my uncles had come in. About that same time, my granny yelled from the kitchen in the back of the house and told me lunch was ready. She asked if someone had come in. I said yes but they went upstairs. She said go see if they want some lunch. So I went upstairs and looked through all bedrooms and there was no one there! Needless to say, when I slept upstairs that night and every night thereafter, the covers were over my head.