I don’t have any too specific of a story to tell, but here goes anyway. My sibling and I have always been followed, no matter where we moved to, the ghosts from one house would follow us to the next. a father of a landlord passed away in my first home, he was always fond of taking care of kids, and every once in a while we’ll see him messing with the thermostat.
the next house, i don’t know how, but we picked up a pair of children, a victorian era girl and boy. i believe the pair are siblings, though if i get the chance i might try to look into it next time i see one of them. the girl tends to mess around with our stuff, even using a broken walkie talkie once to say hello. she’s by far more friendly than her counterpart, but we’ll see him every once in a great while joining in on the fun.
In our next home, we picked up two more, a young woman, who if i had to guess was mostly keeping an eye on us. she’s never done much, but i’ll look out of my room to go somewhere and see her staring back some nights. the other is… i can best describe them as a doppelgänger, but they never take YOUR form, always someone you know, instead. we saw them for the first time when playing hide and seek with some friends, in the dark, at night. at the end of the third round, we all met up, because one of my friends had called out to me to move out of the hallway. i was in the kitchen across the house. so we all headed over, and everybody saw someone else, nobody saw the same person, but seeing two of one person freaked out my friends. we never played hide and seek in the dark again.
next house after, we picked up a couple cats. based off of their coats, we were actually able to identify them as our childhood cats wandering around. even if i can walk straight through them, one would usually be resting on the stairs, or standing at the top, i’d always step over them instead of through them.
in our current home, the ghosts are usually a bit quieter, we don’t see them as much anymore, but they are still there. still messing with the thermostat at complaints of it being too hot/too cold, still playing around with anything new we bring to the house, still watching us to make sure we’re okay, still resting on the stairs or wandering around. every time, at least when i encounter them, i’ll greet them and continue on with my day, they live here with us, too, it’d be rude not to greet them when walking by.
