One day at my home. When I was about 6 years old. I was playing on the stairs. And my ball hung above the stairs. It was hanging as if something was holding it and it dropped back down after 15 seconds.
When I was 12 and moved to my parents house. My room was always cold. When I was away for long amounts of time. My room was warm. Then my room got colder as time progressed. Most of my nights I spent watching the shadows dance on the walls above me in my dark room of no light. I see them most of the time in my house on the second floor.