A while back, my family and I lived in this house in Southern California, and it was always very dark in the house... even though we had plenty of natural lighting. Anyways, my mom always joked that it was haunted (I don't know exactly why). But, after we had lived in the house for about three or four years, some strange stuff happened... well, one day while I was in the kitchen with my younger brother and my mom; I was slowly rolling a ball to my brother, at one point the ball bounced off his knee and rolled away... it stopped and staying in one place for a few seconds then rolled back to me...(???) we didn't know what it could be, so we dismissed it as our imagination.
About a few months later, I woke up to a breathing... I tried to get up, but something was pushing me down... I screamed for my mother and when she came in, the force pushing me down was gone. My mom said, that she thought that if their were spirits in the house, that they were targeting me and my father, because nothing ever happened to my mother or brother.
The force that pushed me down happen repeatedly for the next few years. And my father and I saw some very weird things we cant explain, like in the kitchen one day, there was a loaf of bread on the counter and it flew up in the air and flipped then fell to the floor. Other such things happened... but now we life somewhere else... and my parents dont believe that this house is haunted as well... because I've been seeing plenty of things out of the corner of my eye, and I've been hearing things as well... like whispering and banging...
What could it be?? Is it just my imagination?