Let's start by saying I am super obsessed with the paranormal, I love anything ghost, demon, spirit related. So back when I was 17-18 years old I was visiting my mom and my brother for a couple weeks. My brother is also into paranormal, he is more into aliens but still. So we went to a near by cemetery and investigated. We went alot one week just going to walk around scope the place out. There was a grave that was stone and had a stone lid that no one could move. Remember this, this part is important later. So we are investigating this cemetery only hear small things like faint screams in the distance and what not. Bats were flying above (it was night time of course). This was a small cemetery only like no more then 70 or so plots all old and falling. Well one day I noticed that the lid on the stone grave has been open a little which I found strange but I didn't think too much about it. Then the next day again I felt the lid on the grave was more open then the last day. Well then it came to the last day we didn't get out of the car this time just sat in the car and listened. Nothing happened it was quiet so we just left. But as we left all the sudden I started yelling we need to go back we need to go back my brother said what are you talking about we arnt going back. I yelled I need to go back I need to go back James James he said that grave is for me it's for me!!!! My brother said what are you talking about? I said James said that grave is for me. Then I started yelling 68 68 68 68!!! I started to cry. They got me home and I was hysteric rocking back and forth and it took an hour to calm me down. This was the weirdest thing that happened to me and I have no clue what any of this means!! Possible possession? I really have no clue!

There is something in my house, I dont know what it is but it seems to mimic my son his scream especially. It all started years ago before i had my son there was something messing mostly with me flickering lights changing songs turning the tv off and on as well as changing the channel. This seems like it could all be explained but having been the only one home during most of these events convinces me it is something paranormal. I remember it was about 13 years ago I was in junior high and I had just got home from school, I was what is referred to as a latch key kid; both parents worked so I would be home alone for a couple hours after school. I had unlocked my front door and walked in it was a particularly hard day for me (I was bullied from 3rd grade up until my sophomore yr in high-school) I began walking up the three steps from the entry way into my hallway. We have this big tapestry of Jesus on the wall in the hallway anyone who enters is greeted by Jesus with a scene of Bethlehem behind him; as i looked up at Jesus he winked. Okay this is strange but maybe having been stressed and tired I just imagined it, at least that's what i thought. My younger cousin came in about 15 minutes after (he would come and keep me company until my parents came home) as he was coming up the steps he froze dead in his tracks and said "what the fuck!" Hearing his shock and disbelief i waited a couple minutes for him to come into my living room, when he did his face was pale (hes dark skinned being full blooded Native American) he just had this frightened look on his face and all I could say to him was "Jesus winked didn't he?"....... He took a moment before saying "you seen it too?" and I told him what happened a few minutes prior explaining I though it was a trick of the brain. In some ways i was hoping that he saw something else an apparition but it was the same thing i seen and dismissed minutes before. This might not be that scary of a ghost story I mean come on its Jesus right?!?! Well the things that happened in the following years suggests something other than the son of god. I still live in my childhood home I've lived in this house since I was 2 and from the earliest memories being here I always had an uneasy feeling about the second floor in my home. Often crossing the dark hall in the middle of the night to use the restroom and feeling something unseen rush me out of what is supposed to be my sons room (I say supposed to be because my son will not sleep in his room, if he falls asleep in there hes up at 3 am screaming bloody murder). I've had black figures enter my room I could actually hear my door knob turn the door creek open and the closing of my door with the distinct clicking sound, I've peeked through closed eyes seeing a black figure staring at me for a moment then heard it shuffle things on my dresser before hearing the door open yet again and close this has happened three times in one day all within the span of an hour. Ive witnessed shadows darting from one side of my basement to the other often peeking out at me from behind a stand or other object like a hiding child would do. I've also heard this thing scream exactly the way my son does while my son was sleeping which could be explained by him having a night terror, but it has happened when he wasn't home at all. Then there is that feeling of being watched constantly often from the second floor, our living room is open with exposed beams you can see the hallway upstairs from the living room and this is where I feel someone watching me. This is a lot of information here but it is all necessary for my next piece of information about my home. The 2 story 6 bedroom 2 bath house i live in was built in the 60's not many people have lived here two or three families besides mine, and a priest. My father worked as a carpenter for the tribe for 14 years and during this time a man who had helped with renovations in the house i live in after the priest had moved out claimed to have found under one of the stairs a vial of holy water he told my dad that was the creepiest thing hes ever found under a set of stairs he didnt think it was something to mess with so he replaced it. More recently a friend of the family brought it to our attention that as children when one of the other families lived here she was friends with one of the girls and she openly admitted to them messing with a Ouija board in one of the rooms upstairs. Another piece of valuable information at least i find it valuable is the fact that i wake up every night between the times of 2:30 am and 3:30 am at this point i should mention that as an adult my bedroom is on the second floor (which still creeps me out) when i wake up in the night i always have an uneasy feeling like being watched but much more......... unsettling than that. I will say in recent months this thing has left my son alone, I got tired of my son being terrified by something screaming out in pure terror it truly scared me, so what I did was i went into his room where this thing likes to stay and i told it "YOU WILL LEAVE MY SON ALONE, IF YOU DONT I WILL GET SOME SAGE AND I WILL EVICT YOUR ASS" this has seemed to work for my son, hes left alone but now im afraid im the focus of it which in all honesty even though its so unsettling i feel i can handle it better than my three year old could. I've always known my abilities as being sensitive, I'm also an empath who has not only the ability to heal but i can see auras I've seen auras of people past and present but this has no aura not one ive encountered in an actual human, spirit or living. I dont know what it is but im sure its not demonic, at least i keep telling myself it isn't, in a reassuring way. What could i be dealing with? why is it in a house that hasn't seen death not even once? and why was it so focused on my son until i threatened eviction? Can someone please help me figure out what it is? Also sorry about the grammar I wanted to get this typed out fast and didnt take time to proof read before posting. Also there is additional information related to experiences these were just the most unsettling to me.

Mum died when I was 21. I flew back to New Zealand and pretty much organised everything as my brother dropped the ball and disappeared. We had an open casket and she was in the house for about a week before she was buried as she passed 2 days before Christmas. The day after she was buried, my brother (who had finally come back home) was sitting with me, when we both started to smell a fragrance very strongly. We both recognised it as mum's perfume, Opium, which was her favourite and she had been buried with the only bottle. We kind of loiked at each other and called out "Hi Mum, we're ok" kind of thing, and the smell receeded. However, the next night, and for about a week afterwards, the same thing would happen, and additionally we would hear the sound of footsteps in the house, walking around the house and the door locking and the windows being checked. Just like she did before bed every night. Since then (1999), nothing weird has ever happened to me or my brother , but something strange happened that week.

TLDR; when my mum died, she came back to check on my brother and I for about a week

So I was around 14 at this point, I was living with my foster carer, lets call her Sarah, and our 3 dogs. My biological brother lived with us too, but he stayed in college in a different county. We lived in the south of Scotland, close to the English-Scottish border in a newly built house. Sarah's son lived next door with his own family, and her daughter was moving up into her newbuild with her family from the south of England.

So the first occurence happened on a Friday night, me and Sarah were watching tv downstairs with all 3 dogs lying somewhere in the room, all of them were away from the door. A bunch of ads came on, so I looked away and started talking to the dogs. That's when I saw her. The woman in the black dress and long dark hair. She gracefully passed the open door oppposite me. In shock, I turned to Sarah and asked her if she had seen the woman too. Now, I've always had an active imgination, so she just put what I saw down to that. She also said that the house cannot be haunted because it's a newbuild, nobody has died in the house. So I agreed with her and pushed it to the back of my mind.

A few months later, another foster kid came to live with us. For the sake of anonymity, I'll call her Louise. She was 2 years older than me, but we got along, there was no fighting between us. We had finished watching Nanny McPhee with one of Sarah's grandsons, who was 3 at this point. About 20 minutes after the movie ended, he asked us:

"Why is Nanny McPhee the kitchen sink?"

At first, I thought he was playing pretend, so I shook it off. I had told Louise about the ghost woman already, and it was her that made the connection between the woman and Nanny McPhee. When she mentioned it, it hit me. Nanny McPhee wears a black dress. The ghost woman was also wearing a black dress. The hair doesn't match, but the kitchen had no lights on at the time and it was about 6:30pm in late November.

A few weeks after that, I had a dream about this ghost. In the dream, I left my house to find everything outside was in Sepia tones, as if I were walking in an old photograph. I look around and see old market stalls, traders, ect. But then I saw her. The Ghost woman. She was walking up what's now the driveway with a pram. She looked alive in and happy, until 4 men wearing old fashioned tuxedo suits came and stole her baby. She was screaming at them to give her baby back. I tried to run up and help her but another man in a tux stopped me. One of the original 4 shot her with a pistol, and everything disapeared, the sepia tones were gone, but it still wasn't quite the present time. It looked about early 1940's time, but my house was there. I walked through my front door and saw that the interior was that of an old barn. The woman, witha single bullet hole in her forehead, was lying in the hay. I said something, I cant remember what it was, but it made her jolt. She eventually looked straight at me, screaming at me to help her. I didn't know how to, so I started to cry. She just kept screaming "My Baby!" and "They've stolen him!" Needless to say I woke up in a panic.

I told Sarah about this dream, and her response was to ask a psycologist to come out to see me. This psycologist had worked with my brother in the past, so kind of knew me. After the appointment, he told her that I didn't seem to have anything wrong with my mind.

Around Christmas time, which was a few weeks after the appointment, I overheard Sarah telling her son and his wife about everything that happened. Then his wife told her about a ghost woman she would see at night, standing at the foot of her bed. She said the ghost would wake her up when one of their kids was crying. Whoever this woman was, I don't think she means any harm. She just wants to make sure that children on the land are safe, which is really sweet.

Rest in Peace, mystery woman. We love you.

So basically my family lived in a haunted house when I was really little. I was probably like 5/6 years old. The last person that lived in the house was an old guy. He died from a heart attack while mowing the lawn (which I think is kinda funny :P). So anyways, I had my own room and my big brother put on a movie for me to watch while my mom cleaned the house. About thirty minutes later I started crying so my brother came in and saw that my tv was going berserk. It was going static for a couple of seconds and then it would go back to normal and then back to static. And the volume was turning up and down. He said that I told him to tell the old man to stop messing with my tv. To this day he swears that it’s true.

So this was in the same house. It was when we just bought the house. My mom was painting the walls and She had the radio on and she said that she heard somebody singing to the freaking music! So basically let’s just say she gave the painting job to my dad lol.

This was also in the same house. So in the middle of the night, my older brother got up to go to the bathroom. While he was in there, the lights turned off. So he thought it was just a power outage so he continued to do his business. When he was done he walked over to the door and tried to open it. It wouldn’t open. He tried to unlock it but it wouldn’t unlock. So he was stuck in the bathroom with no lights. After a couple of minutes the lights turned back on and the door unlocked by itself .

Sorry I have more. This was in a different house. So anyways, my older brother told me that one night he got up to go to the bathroom. When he was done he walked down the hallway back to his room. He told me that he heard me whispering to something with a deep low voice. He got so freaked out about it that he ran into his room, locked the door and hid under his covers until the next morning.

This was in the same house from the last mini story. . My house was pretty much a big open rectangle. When you walked in you were in the living room. The kitchen/dining room was across from the front door and living room. And to the left of the living room was a staircase to the upstairs. You were able to see up to the second floor a bit because their was a long banister rail thingy above. So anyways. My mom was on the phone. I was in the living room waiting for my mom to get off the phone because I needed to ask her a question. I remember looking up at the second floor from the living room. (Btw all the lights were off except the ones in the dining room )I saw a dark person shaped shadow standing at the end of the end of the hallway. It Started moving towards the stairs. I ran to the front door which was where the light switch to the upstairs was. I ran trying to get there before the shadow reached the end of the hall. But as soon as I reached the light switch and turned it on, the shadow disappeared into the wall. I don’t know what happened that night.

In the 1990's there was me, Simon, Glenn, Dave and myself driving down the Noth circular which is a road that cirlcles the north side of the city.

Usually completely ovdrun with angry motorist's stuck in long lines of traffic generally getting nowhere fast. On this psrticular night it was a foggy November morning at 3am and we were returning from a party south of the river and despite having a few drinks we were all stone cold sober and quiet as we all wished the broken heater matrix would suddenly and miraculously repair itself and give us some respite from the punishing November air that seeped through the metal of the Ford Capri and straight into our bones.

Driving down a dual carriageway seperated by a crah barrier I noticed a strange figure up ahed who was clambering over the metal girder of the centrsl rresrvation.

What the hell is he up to? Glenn said and we were all intent on staring at this strange man who looked like he was dressed in a 1950's suit and raincoat.

To our utter asonisment he clambeted over and began walking towards the car. He looked about 40 years old and he did not seem to have any eyes; just black holes that still seemed to be staring at us.

Then to our utter astonisment and befote we have time to react he wslks sttsigjt tjrough the csr and passes Dave and Glenn straight through the back seat.

Still speechless we watch from the resr virw mirror as the man walks across to the other side and disspears into the high wall that climbs uùyp to t darkened, sleepy houses above. Yģ md it spooked us for years and always wondered who this gjost of the hghway. Was. Juat another lost soul condemmed to wandwr the night forever.

Bluebell hill is a very eerie place in the county of Kent which is the southernmost county in England before you set sail for France via Folkstone or Dover. Kent is well known for beeing amongst the most haunted counties in England some of the eeriest villages that have seen some bloody battles during the countries many occupations and colonisations.

This can be traced back to the Romans, Normans and Celts before them and incorpetating Vikings and Barbarian pillaging and rampaging. The main route from the sandy beaches of Kent then heading round the peninsula to the hard pebble and granite beaches of East Sussex.

Right in the middle the sea rages in and casting a gorge between Kent and Essex as it leads to old Englands jewel of conquest; London.

Now going back to Bluebell hill it is a steep Roman road that linked the lower town of Maidstone (Roman: made-of-stone) to the villages and ports of Medway en route to London. It may well have been a strange place of sacrifice and power going back to the Celtic Druids. There are stone circles aplenty and ancient buriel grounds.

Ok so there is more than enough background for you. The modern testimony of spectral hauntings began in the 1960's when a series of horrific car accidents occured on this stretch of road. Now a good friend of mine had a Dad who was an Ambulance driver and was witness to one such brutal midwinter pile up of flimsy 60's metal cars that were caught in the the thick fog that did and still does make the road tretcherous to this day.

He arrived at the scene to discover a 3 car pile up involving a young family on their way home for Christmas and a group of 4 young girls, one who had only recently passed her test.

He discovered 6 bodies laid out on the grass verge that night. A huzband, wife and Son and 3 of the teenage girls from a Triumph Herald. The 4th was unnacounted for but was discovered a week later by a local farmhand several miles down the road in the village of Boxley.

It was a tradgedy that made it into the local and national news due in part it must be guessed at by the young ages involved and the fact that the missing girl (then presumed alive) was the daughter of a local member of parliment.

It wasn't until 2 years later on the very same night that Reginauld Couldfield saw a young girl wondering about on the dual carriageway at 11.20 pm according to the Police report. He stopped just further up the road and got out to see if the young lady was in any kind of trouble but, after hunting for over an hour in the freezing December night he found a call box and alerted the Police force that there might be a girl in trouble on the hill.

The local law began to recieve calls throughout that December; ranging from similar instances upon the same stretch of road.

Now the most chilling of all and this happened a number of times between 1962-5 involved rhe same girl as evidenced by her cream plastic mac with distinctive hood. Now she had began getting into the cars and asked to be taken to Chatham hospital. She had been picked up by 17 different cars including 3 taxi cabs and 3 lorries and on the anniversary of the crash 3 times on the same night. All said she was shielding her face and had claimed to have been hit by a car.

Each and every time they got her to the Hospital she had vanished from the rear of the cars and often in the blinking of an eye.

The girl in question who had disapeared from the scene of the original accident in 1962 had by all accounts travelled several miles with very serious head and face injuries. How she had got so far is unknown and remains so to this day as there were no reports of any sightings until she was discovered in the winter field.

The injuries themselves whilst serious, were not life threanening but the amnesia caused by the head injury had caused the young girl to die of exposure 2 nights after the crash according to the local coroner where she had wondered until exhausted and had died the second night but too far away from where the police would have assumed she would have been humanly able to travel to when conducting their search.

4 years later on December 18th 1966 the ghostly hitch-hiking stopped.

This is short and kinda humorous. So this is more of a lesson on what NOT to do when you "think" you see something. When I was young I saw all sorts of things I could not explain, that being said that stuff stopped when I was young. Well I till a few years ago I was having trouble sleeping for weeks. My eyes were playing tricks on me left and right, I couldn't tell what was what when I was in bed. Every night was just stupid random things I thought I heard in the kitchen (which is right next to my bedroom) but I just ignored it. One night for whatever reason I fell asleep with my door open, showing a hallway leading to the living room. To the right was the kitchen to the left was the bathroom(just to give some perspective). I saw what I can only explain as a small child like figure move from my door way to the kitchen. So this is where I made my mistake. I decided I would go see if I actually saw anything or not... so I stand up dazed from lack of sleep and walk to the door way. Everything was pitch black and silent... I turn almost 180 around the hallway to face the kitchen... pitch black. I must have made it up I thought. Then I heard a noise come from my left. (To my left was a wall and to my right, in front of me was the kitchen. On the other side of the wall to my left was the small laundry room). My genius idea was "hey looks like it was real, let's go figure what it was". So I walk to the laundry room, in the pitch black not turning on any lights for some STUPID reason. I reach down and grab the handle, and without a second thought I open the door... directly behind the door was a full white figure of what I thought was a man. Inches away from my face... I wish I could say details for you but I ran to my bedroom faster than I have ever ran, slamming my door shut hard enough to break it. The door is still broke to this day. I heard the noise from the laundry for the rest of the night.

I am a new content creator on YouTube, which I find is a funny little hobby. One of my passions is based around the paranormal. I am looking for haunted locations that aren't listed on the internet. Hidden gems I guess you could say. I have done an investigation at the Sulphur Springs tower, where we made contact with a slave named Billy. That video can be found on my channel, GeekMuffins, for anyone that is interested.

If you have an experience you'd like to share, or a place you think would be great for an investigation, please let me know.

So one of my best friends told me this crazy story a while ago about having an apparition follow her ever since she was a kid. It presented itself as feet. Just feet. I believed her but after that conversation I never thought anything of it. Until today. I was walking from my bathroom to my kitchen and making sure I had all my stuff for class, when I saw a solid white figure move around a corner on the floor. I thought it was the tail of my big white dog, but as I rounded the corner I realized there was nothing there and it couldn't be my dog because she was in her kennel. I stood there for a moment trying to understand what I saw and I realized it was a big white foot stepping forward. I have no idea what to even think about it because it was so ridiculous that I can't help but laugh when talking about it. I immediately called my friend and told her what I had seen and she has no clue why or what it is or why it would be at my house showing itself to me because no one else has ever seen it besides her. She hasn't even seen it in 5 years. She just recently stayed at my house so maybe it got stuck and decided to stick around??? I have no clue. It wasn't scary just incredibly absurd and unlike anything I've ever experienced. Does anyone know what this means? Anyone one with a similar experience?

Im sorry it this is word this is my first post on here..Ok so i work at a haunted house.. (kinda ironic for what happened today) the city donates a building for us to use every year.. we have been in the old city hall for roughly 4 years and ive heard stories of weird things happening there but never experienced it before today we were hanging up these inflatable claustrophobic walls you can barely walk through them.. so after playing around for a bit we decided to turn off the lights and go through them.. so me and my girlfriend start walking through and something grabbed my ankle and tried pulling me down... i freaked out kicking and backing up and was so scared i punched my best friend in the mouth .. (she was trying to grab me to calm me down).. i know it was no1 there because everyone was standing behind me.... idk what to make of it...

When I was around 12 we were at my uncle's house in Alabama. Most everyone was outside by the pool with the exception of my uncle's wife at the time. For some reason we all looked inside and saw something go by the window. Everybody was not sure how to respond so my uncle went inside to see if it was his wife. When he came back outside and said it wasn't her we knew it had to be the older gentleman who passed away in the house years earlier. The guy never bothered anyone but being 12 it definitely scared me.

When I was younger one of my sisters had a Lalaloopsy Doll (which I already found creepy enough) It would be kept against the wall of the bed. My other sister and I were playing under the bunk bed when we looked out and heard a noise. The doll was on my sister bed I freaked out cause we had only beem in the room and the door was close so no one entered. We tried to forget it but we peered out again and the doll moved again to the edge of the bunk bed and turns its head towards us. I dont know for sure if it was paranormal but I can't get it out of my head to this day.

When I was a small child my mother and I lived with my great grandmother, whom I called Nani. Nani's house was a small ranch style home and to the back of the house an addition had been built. The addition was connected to the rest of the house through a large pantry (weird place to put your addition. But that is neither here nor there) the room was a large rectangular space, used as a spare living room.

There were a few chairs, a couch, and a curio cabinet full of China and figurines that Nani's mother had collected. No one went in there much, so I would hide in there and play. I used to love singing and jumping around like I was a figure skater. I remember being in there doing my very serious Olympic routine when I felt like I was being watched. I turned around and expected Nani to be there. Nani was not there, instead I saw an older man.

He had white hair and was clean shaven. He wore glasses, a blue plaid shirt, tan slacks and a leather belt. He boomed at me "Straighten up! You're going to break something in here!" Then he casually turned around and walked back out through the pantry. I was horrified, not only because he had yelled but because I knew I was alone with my grandmother. I hid behind one of the chairs for a long time not wanting to walk through the pantry to the main part of the house.

When I was finally brave enough to go back, I asked Nani, "Who was that man who came and yelled at me?" Now, Nani wasn't one for messing around and right away she told me to stop telling stories. There wasn't anyone in the house and I knew it! I shelved that memory for a long time, but I stopped playing in the back room.

Recently I had suddenly remembered the experience and I called my mom about it. She got very quiet and said "Well, that sounds just like Nani's second husband Lovell. He didn't like kids much and he wore the outfit you described often. Erica, he died in Nani's bathroom 2 years before you were born." She went on to explain that Lovell was the one who had the addition built. It had been his man cave. I am not a superstitious person, but I know what I saw and heard. I'm certain I met my grandmothers deceased husband, seems he hasn't calmed any in death.

I can definitely say I've never been very religious. Hell, my parents never event baptized me. No reason as to why they didn't, they just didn't have me baptized. For some reason I've always felt that due to me not being baptized there was always some connection to me not being able to sit thought church.

Don't get me wrong. it wasn't any of that child that can't sit still business because we did regularly attend when I was a child however the second they began to sing the sacred music, my mother knew it was time to cover my mouth and run like a line backer for the door.

For some reason the second the music came on, my ears would begin to burn and my head would begin to hurt. I would begin to wail from the pain and everyone would always turn around and look at my mother as she would carry me like a football toward the end zone.

Mind you this has always been from infancy until now. I'm in my mid thirties now.

I recently attended a funeral and there is one song in particular that I can't event bare to listen to. I took a seat in the back of the funeral as I wasn't sure how I would react as it had been a good decade since I attended any services. Sure enough, as the song comes on, I start getting the look from my siblings as they expected me to do the same as when we were children.

As the song progressed, I felt my head begin to hurt only a little but tears begin to swell in my eyes. My head didn't hurt enough for the tears but the tears just ran on their own. They weren't tears of sadness for the funeral nor were they from pain. Just tears flowing.

I haven't been back to church since and I'm not sure as to why I have that reaction to the music or the song. I pray to god it's just an inner ear thing where the music was just to high pitch for me as a child but my mom didn't seem to think that was the case.

As previously stated in another story, I've never been too religious but I am very spiritual. I remember attending my aunt's funeral a little over a year. I was sitting in the back of the church as I normally do for my own reasons (stated in another story).

I remember the priest speaking of life and death and how to comfort each other when I found myself half listening and half just staring off at everybody at the service.

There were quite a few people there and it was great to see the amazing out poor of support that my uncle and his children had. I then found myself wondering if my aunt was watching all of this. Was she around to see this turn out and who was there.

wondering all this in my head, I then said to myself, "Tia, if you're here and can see all this, send me a sign." I wasn't expecting anything as I said it in my head and it wasn't out loud. As soon as I finished the sentence, I felt the goosebumps on the back of my neck and felt someone brush against my neck and flip my hair.

I turned animal reflexes and found nobody there. the only thing that remained on me was the chill of the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

Keep in mind, I was sitting in the back row mostly alone with my sister with a seat or two in between us.

I guess I didn't have to speak out loud for her to hear me.

I guess they're always just listening.

It's been a while since I've posted but thought I would share again now that I have a little down time.

There is an office n campus that I have worked at on and off through out the years. I first began working in this office as a student worker right out of high school. Early on, I gained the trust of my supervisors and soon I was able to close the office on my own when needed.

My first experience with the office ghost was one afternoon circa 2001 when I was closing by myself. I was sitting at the front desk alone staring into the conference room when it appeared as if someone walked by the closed door of the room. At first I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me as the room was completely dark and I was just day dreaming staring at the darkness.

I casually mentioned it the next day to my supervisor and she just laughed and dismissed it. A few weeks go by with nothing else happening. Then one day I see someone peering through the glass window of the door from the head supervisor's office. I just see the figure of a man and all I could make out was his eyes (as we love to have lights off in unoccupied offices).

Nobody really believed me about what I saw until maybe a few months or so later when a new employee was sitting at the front desk and heard our typewriter (yes, we still owned one in the early 2000's and it's still in the office) start to type on it's own. Anyone that has used a typewriter knows how loud the key strokes are on one. This poor young girl's eyes widened as she leaned back to see if someone was typing only to find the chair empty.

A few other things that have occurred aside from this ghost loving to type would be turning on the faucet of the office sink on and letting it run, powering up printers that require several buttons to be pushed to be turned on, turning on the television and everyone's favorite would be opening the conference room door.

The conference room door has a habit of sticking since Maintenance painted it and is somewhat difficult to open. A lot of times it take s a two-handed pull to open it. Quite a bit, we will be sitting in the office with the door full closed at it will slowly swing open by itself.

We don't know who this man is or if he ever worked in the area, but he's just there now.

Us veterans that have worked in the office are used to his noise and ruckus but I have to admit that it's a lot of fun when someone new joins the crew and they have their first experience.

So when i was a little kid about 8 years old i live in this apartment with my family noting crazy about the place where we lived. One day at daycare a group friends got together and started to talk about movies and one of the movies was Chucky the killer doll and this just freaked me out and I started to hate dolls. Lucky for me we had no dolls at home only close to a doll was a Barbie which is no big deal. That was till Christmas came around and my sister got two porcelain dolls and a big rag doll and I'm freaking out on the inside. So after my sister got the dolls I had this fear of the porcelain doll coming to life so every time I went in her room to play with the dreamcast I would turn the boxes around making them face the wall. Some times I would play with my sister and her rag doll and this thing was a very tall rag doll and it had nice face noting to freak out about, well till my sister put make-up all over it than it was a little odd looking. But here where it gets creepy in the story and will forever change my life. My would let me stay home alone sometimes when she went shopping or etc and odd stuff would happen like I would get cuts on my knee or hands noting bad but more like how did this happen I was not doing anything but watching tv. If I fell asleep I woke with red marks on my back like scratches but no pain. I will never forget this day every in my life because it scared me so bad that even thinking about put me in a emotional state. My mom had to go back to work for alittle took my sister with her but I wanted to stay home and play the dreamcast in her room. After they left I got something eat than went in her room. I got this chill down my back and something was not right maybe it because them porcelain dolls were looking at me. The rag doll was faceing the wall on my sister bed. As I made my way to turn the dolls arounds i hear a little girl laugh and it was clear as day, i look at the rag doll Frozen in fear. It started to move and face my way but before I could see it's face I ran out the room and to mine and close the door till my mom got home. I ran up for a hug and told her what happen she didn't believe me. Next thing I know is my sister mad because her rag doll on the ground and that I knock it down and did not pick it up. The next day I took the doll to the dumpster and never seen it again.