“When I was little, I lived in an old house that was haunted. My older sister used to sleep over and wake up with scratches on her arm. My sister and my brother got so scared they refused to stay over. My mum called a priest, but we eventually moved out.
My first weird experience was when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I was in the house on my own, sitting by the fire and watching TV, when a reflection in the golden plate around the fireplace caught my eye. I saw what looked like a pair of little girl legs run across the room. The girl had on white tights, like a ballet dancer. I looked around and started to panic when I saw nothing there. When my mum returned, I told her about the girl, but she said it was nothing.