Strange occurrences in a village house

Since childhood I've been wrapped in a light veil of the mystical – I always believed in the existence of the otherworldly. I vaguely remember when I was about 3-5 years old, I was always drawn toward cemeteries. Driving past village cemeteries, for some reason I thought they were beautiful children's playgrounds and always asked mom to stop so I could play with the "children." Whether I saw children – I don't remember, but mom was quite superstitious and got angry at me.

Anyway, there were many strange cases in my life. I lived and grew up in a remote village, where evenings are endless and morning was in no hurry to come. All sorts of tales, witchcraft, curses, superstitions, fortune-telling – almost everyday stuff. You can't talk loudly in the evening, adults lit candles to cleanse the house of unclean spirits, and NEH is almost the same as livestock. That is, almost everyone believed in the existence of otherworldly forces, like 85%. The stories will be short, without details, because there are quite a lot of them.

When I was 10 years old, on one summer light night I lay there and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. It was already almost 3 a.m. and suddenly I saw someone's hand, which lightly touched the glass of the interior door and disappeared. And for some reason that night I lay there waiting for exactly something like that. I thought, here, now it will happen. Of course, in the morning no one believed me.

Once on a dark winter evening my sister and I were sitting on the table by the window and sculpting all sorts of shit out of plasticine, and suddenly someone started frantically banging on the window. Outside it was dark, so we couldn't make anything out, and we ourselves got seriously shit-scared and ran to another room. The strangest thing is that this window looked out almost right up against the fence and no one walked there. Besides, we had several dogs in the yard and not one of them barked then.

Closer to summer, I, my aunt, sister and mom were sitting in the kitchen by the window, drinking tea and telling local village tales. It was quite light, just starting to get dark. We were casually having tea, with the kitchen light on. And suddenly we all clearly heard that right by the window a nasty male voice loudly said "Fuck, so here they are sitting, it turns out!" Fuck knows, but everyone got terribly shit-scared, thought some drunk guy had climbed into the yard, but there was fuck-all. We stared out all the windows for a long time, but saw no one…

That same spring some strange shit started on the roof of the house. As if someone had climbed up there and was scratching day and night. My parents thought a neighbor's cat had climbed onto the roof and was sitting there, quietly scratching away. The scratching was so intense that dirt sometimes fell from the ceiling. In short, this went on for quite a while, and one fine day I decided to look and chase the cat away, because it was pissing me off already. I climbed onto the roof, look, and there's fuck-all there. I go into the house, someone is clearly actively scratching, as if wanting to get into the house, I climb up again, and there's fuck-all.

And there are a lot of such strange stories connected with this house. Even when it was just being built (and it was built in the same yard where we lived and our old house stood), mom at night saw someone sitting on the roof – she saw a human silhouette. She thought dad had climbed up drunk. Lol. She goes out of the house, and there's no one. Or when I once stayed home alone and the lights went out, I heard someone loudly snoring in the corner of the house. I thought a dog was sleeping, shone a flashlight – empty.

According to my mother's stories, a path used to run through the yard, maybe various NEHs walked along that path. Maybe even through that house. Well, that is, I grew up in that house, you could say.