Part of my life

You might be thinking this is another memoir just like all the others. It might be interesting, or it might be boring, but it’s just another stretched out memory. Well this one is different. There will be many memories, about one thing, but they won’t be connected. If you want to read them all, go ahead, if you want to skip some, you can do that too.
The first memory I have of ghosts, spirits, or whatever you want to call them, is when I used to live in Denver. I’ve always seen shadows all over the place. I’m not talking about shadows that come from light being shined on someone, but shadows of people. I always saw them running around between the rooms of our house. This is when I saw the most of just one ghost all the time every day. As I got older, these encounters became rarer or just less frequent over the years. These encounters were rarer, but they didn’t leave completely.
The next instance in my life where this has occurred is at the house I live at currently. Here, more things have happened to my family and me than any other place we’ve ever been. The first thing that we all experienced was noise at night. It might not sound like much, but it changed all our viewpoints on the paranormal completely. Before this, everyone had said the shadows I saw were my overactive imagination, because I was the only one that ever saw them. They always just brushed it off when I talked about it, but now they got to experience it firsthand. I finally gained some credibility. Coming back to the sound, it might sound like it isn’t that scary, but at the time something like this had never happened. So, it always only happened at night. What happened was if anyone was awake late at night, around 11:30 to midnight either by not being able to sleep or getting up for water, you’d be able to hear all the pots, pans plates, silverware, EVERYTHING in the kitchen, just come clattering to the floor. Every time this happened, we’d go to see and try to pick up the mess, only to find everything in place. This happened for years, until it just stopped. I guess, at the time, it was the “special” residents’ way to welcome us to our new home.
Another of these early encounters happened at a flower nursery. This place is also owned by the same company my dad works at. Now, that day, we were going to get some flowers for somebody’s party, when my sister and I saw a man. We know he wasn’t physically there, because it was obvious he wasn’t really there. This man was dressed in a nice white suit. That’s the only detail we could really get on him, because as soon as my sister pointed him out, he disappeared. It wasn’t that scary of an experience, more on the weird side, but it made us more aware of what was going on because nobody has seen him again.
Now, for the most commonly seen “residents”, well, they’re both kids. The first time we saw one was when we were playing hide and seek in the house the year we moved in. So what happened was that my sister opened the door, thinking it was me hiding behind it. So when she opened the door, a blond, white kid, the same age as her at the time which was like 8 or 9, ran right through her, and into the bathroom. She didn’t realize what had happened at that moment, and when she did she freaked out, but he’s appeared to each of us at least once. Another of the kids was seen by my grandma when she came to visit. She didn’t see much, all she saw was a boy, about the same age as the other one, and that he looked like a Mexican dressed like a cowboy getting ready for work. The other one was American.
There have been other instances, but of minor note. It’s not that they weren’t interesting, they were weird moments, but the problem is that they were brief. For example, one of these brief ones was late at night. I was getting ready to get to sleep, when I see a floating head with a top hat on. It was weird and kind of interesting, but brief. Another time was when I was taking a shower. What happened was I heard the bathroom door open. I thought it was one of my sisters trying to pull a prank on me. So I look out through the shower curtain, to see who it was to yell at them, but there wasn’t anyone there. Since I use glasses because I’m nearsighted, I squinted my eyes to see more clearly, and I saw a head in the mirror. That’s all it was. There were no facial features at all, just the head and hair. It was a creepy moment, so I’m glad I’ve never seen that again.
What I’ve been talking about mostly about, is just sightings. That’s because there haven’t been many times when it’s more than that. The first time one of these happened was in sixth grade. The only ghost we knew about at the time was the ghost my little sister had seen, so we just called him “El Niño”. So, since at the time I slept on the couch, I’d sometimes get weird feelings, like I was getting watched. This usually happened in the middle of the night, so I woke up. One day, or actually night, I just got fed up, and told the ghost to leave us alone for a while. I take it he didn’t like it very much, because five minutes afterwards, I suddenly snap out of sleep and I swear I saw the boy floating there, and then kicking my leg. I know I was awake when it happened because I could feel the foot going through my leg, and then my leg started twitching. It would have been completely fine if it would have been just that, but then my leg cramped up, and I was in intense pain for about twenty minutes. Again, I was completely awake when all of this happened because I didn’t wake up afterwards. After that night, let’s just say he’s been doing whatever he wants.
After that night, there have been two recent things that have happened, the first and most recent, was when one of my aunts was visiting us. So we were all sitting around the table, except for my little siblings and cousins, when we hear a kid yelling that they needed some toilet paper from the bathroom. We all thought it was my little brother, but when I got there to give him a roll of paper, well, the bathroom was empty. I went looking for my little brother, to ask him why he left, but he was outside. When I asked him about it, he said he hadn’t been inside at all for a while. The second encounter is on the top of my list of when I’ve been the most scared. I don’t know if you believe in evil spirits, but if there are any, this is one of them. This took place a year and a half, to two years ago. I was sleeping on the couch, when my dad woke me up accidentally when he left for work. I didn’t think much of it, because that’s what usually happened, and turn around to try to go back to sleep. Then I heard the door open and shut, telling me my dad left. Not a minute later, I hear the door open and close again. I thought it was my dad that forgot something, so I ignore it. Then I hear a deep, raspy voice say “Pablo” right next to my ear. I turn around and there’s absolutely nothing. It was the first time I’d heard that voice, and it’s the first time I’d been completely afraid of a ghost. When I heard him say my name, my body got really, really cold, from just him saying my name. I’d never minded any of the other ghosts, because they’ve left us relatively alone, but this one came out of nowhere, and I’ll find a way to make it leave.
These are only the times that have stuck out form my memory. I’m positive I’ll have many more encounters before long. I don’t know if it’s me, or the houses I’ve lived in, but I have never been left alone. If it’s for a reason, I have no clue what it is, but as long as I’m allowed a peaceful life, I don’t mind this too much.