The House that calls to me

Let me just start by saying that I'm new to this site, but I need a place where I can document all the weird things that have happened to me and that keep happening. SO here it goes... It all starts with the house I lived in from the age of 3 - 10. Not a very long time, but it's still an ongoing thing. When I was 3 my parents made a lot of money and moved to northern Virginia, they got into a really nice neighborhood in a colonial style 6 bedroom house. when we moved in I was little but I remember everything. It was a really nice place and we had me, my parents and my dog living there. As I found out many years later, after my parents bought the house the lady that sold it to them swore to them it was haunted. Now some of the things she told my parents could be explained away as electrical problems or her teenaged son playing tricks on her, but as I found out some places just have a really weird energy and that house was haunted. Doors would open and close, lights would turn on and off, things would move and be misplaced on their own. From the moment we moved into that house, I had reoccuring nightmares every night. I never slept through the night and its somethig that has continued on to this day. One day, shortly after my little brother was born, my parents yelled at me for taking the batteries out of some game and lining them up in the middle of their bathroom. I swear I did not do that. Another really bizarre thing about my time living in that house was that I have a really good memory. But I recall something that my family says never happened. What I remember is for a short time my parents hired a live in maid to help out. Her name was Mary, she was african american and she was from Trinidad. I remember her making this amazing bread that would smell really good. I remember being sad when she said she had to leave. The strange thing is, I also remember my mom telling me Mary died in a plane crash on her way back to Trinidad. My parents tell me none of that happened. Not for nothing, but my parents marriage fell apart in that house as well. But the strangest thing is that since we moved out 16 years ago, we have lived in 8 other houses and apartments and I have dreams every now and then, and it's like the house is calling to me. In my dreams it always involves me coming back to visit the house and then not being able to leave.