My very first encounter with the strange and supernatural was when I was at the tender age of 5.
It was a cool mid autumn night and my family was having a get-together at my grandparents' house (I life with people that are excruciatingly family oriented, so it was practically every week that we would do this) and all cousins and I would run off to play, as we always did. One of the older kids in the group said that he and the other older kin in our bunch would make a little haunted house type show for us, so they were off and us younger kids waited by the door patiently. They had prepared my grandmother's room to do their little show.
It was completely dark as we entered. The thick curtains did not allow any light to breech in from the street lights outside. The room had always smelled like old. This was the room where we heard from my grandfather that the previous owner, an old lady of seventy, had died of a stroke in. I didn't believe the ramblings of my grandpa, I was always the skeptic and looked at things logically (heh, as I still do) before I jumped into conclusions. There was an old antique rocking chair that was left there by the last people who lived there. It was said that that was the exact same chair that the old woman kicked the bucket in.
A few of my cousins and I took a seat on one of the small beds that were aligned up against the wall, it was parallel to the old rocking chair. They made their show and whatever, it wasn't until halfway into their presentation that my brother of a year older than me (he was helping do the show) pointed out that old rocking chair. Unbelievably, it was rocking back and forth slowly on it's own. An unclear mist danced about it. All my cousins bolted out of the room, as I stubbornly stayed seated where I was. My brother peeked in from the door. The room was still pitch black, save for the crack that he looked in from and I kept staring at the chair and the curious smoke around it.
"Get out of there!"
"You guys moved it somehow, with a string or something!"
"We never tied anything to it! C'mon!!"
I didn't know weather to believe my brother about that, but the mist was still there, and that was something I could not disprove. It wasn't until the mist began to manifest itself into a human form did I run out of there.
None of us had the courage to go back in there, until later that night accompanied by an adult. I saw for myself that there were no strings attached, and the chair had been moved five feet to the left of where it originally had been.
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