I used to hear footsteps on the lino back when I was younger, & knew I was the only one up. My bedroom was located at the end of the passage, with the bed looking down the passage. I knew if anyone was out of their room, & they never were when the footsteps started.
Plus, when I was back in primary school, probably about 10 or so, I thought I saw one. I was running late for school, everyone else was in the car & I had forgotten my jumper (no, not a kangaroo ). I ran inside & turned the corner to go down the passage & just stopped in a heartbeat. There, pulling my door shut from a side on position, was a young man, roughly in his early 20's & dressed up in some sort of suit. He suddenly snapped his head around & looked at me. As soon as his eye's locked on mine, he dissapeared, but I still got a good look at him. I immedietly ran back to the car saying I'd just seen a ghost.
Now fast forward to a couple of years ago. I was getting ready to go to an interview. I get dressed up in my interview clothes, walked out of my room, pulling my door shut along the way. However it didn't close propperly, so I turned back towards it, ending up side on to it, & used a little bit more force. Sencing a presance, I snapped my head around & looked at the end of the passage. I only saw him for a fraction of a second, but I knew immedietly what I saw. A young boy in a grey school uniform, about 10, standing there open mouthed looking at me. I knew exactly who it was too. It was none other than myself, on the day I thought I'd seen a ghost. THAT little dose of reality hit like a sledge hammer!
Science is great, & will allow us to understand so much about the universe around up. But there are some things I think science will never be able to explain. Like why my alarm was turned off yesterday, even though noone living in my house knew where it is, let alone touched it...