There is one in our house we think... My hubby's grandma dies recently and we have her ashes in our living room so I think she is here too. She likes to play with our cat's in the middle of the night lol
I saw a ghost of a deer one night while my hubby was driving... I freaked out because I thought he was going to hit a deer but we just went through it... very interesting experience
Many years ago before i was married I visited with friends in California and visited a young couple I was close friends with. They put me up on the couch that night and shortly after falling to sleep I jolted awake. Something bothered me, couldn't say what but looking to the kitchen, from the living room where I lay I felt a femine caring protective presence. It called to me on a subconscious level a caring thought of warning. I felt apprehension but not of the presence but of the swag lamp hanging above my head when I looked up. /the warning was clear in my mind to the point that I actually got up and removed the swag lamp glass ball and as I began to unscrew it it fell easily into my free hand. Yep, had I left that swag lamp in place and not heeded that warning message I am sure to this day I would have suffered a very bad head injury.
The next day I hesitantly told my friends why the lamp was no longer hanging, they both looked at each other then back to me not in disbelief but with reassurance that they had experienced something familiar. The presence visited them too, reassured them and cared for them. To this day I still believe, what happened was too real to ignore. I am always open now to outside impressions.
Was it a ghost? Possibly but the presence was so real and so comforting I think perhaps it wasn't a scary one but a loving one.
I saw a man in my parents' house a few times. He hangs around the upstairs hallway and is just generally curious about what everyone is doing. When I still lived there and was wallpapering what was to be my room after my parents bought the house, the man would just not leave me alone. He kept popping into the hallway to see what I was doing, but whenever I looked up at him, he ducked into other rooms in the hall. When I didn't see him, there were footsteps and I thought I heard whispers. My parents started to make fun of me in very nasty ways. They thought my imagination was just running away with me. When my grandmother came to visit, she knew I was nervous about going to the new house alone and came with me when I was doing some work. While there, the noises picked up. I turned to my grandmother and said, "You heard that, right?" She said, "Oh, yes. I most certainly heard that." I said, "So, I'm not crazy?" She said, "Oh, you are definitely not crazy." The guy was non-threatening, but didn't seem to have a concept of personal space. In the attic, however, was something I never saw, but felt. It was something very nasty.
Our first apartment was in a late eighteenth/early nineteenth century house that had been converted to apartments. We lived on the second floor, but the third floor had been untouched. The rooms were as they had always been, and we were allowed to use those rooms as storage space. I refused to use the room directly above our apartment. There was something definitely wrong with that room. Not only did it look visibly darker (due to the tree outside of the window, most likely), but there was something about it that warned me to never, EVER go in there. There was something very threatening about it. I know it sounds melodramatic, but the room felt evil. A few weeks after we moved in, I started hearing very heavy, very definite footsteps coming from that room around 3am, and sometimes during the late afternoon.
In our current house, one morning I woke up and looked through the open bathroom door and saw a little boy, maybe 4 years old, with brown hair walk into the bathroom and disappear. It was the clearest I've ever seen. I sat there trying to figure out if I wasn't quite awake and am just seeing things (I do have visual anomalies when tired), or if I really saw something. And in case you are wondering, yes, I do have children, but one is blond and one is a redhead. The little boy I saw had very dark brown hair. Occasionally I'll feel like one of my kids has walked up behind me, or will be brushing my hair and see what I assume is one of my kids appear out of the corner of my eye and I turn to talk to them, and there's no one there.
I used to be a paranormal investigator, and I've witnessed quite a bit of oddness. About the worst was when I was choked while in the basement of a courthouse-turned-muse um (the basement was where the criminals were held while waiting for trial). Annoying was sitting in the deliberation room (turned hunting display room) and being pushed back by some force (the digital temperature reader pointed at me registered absolutely no numbers - like the batteries had died, but it registered temps in the spaces all around me before and after).
I've generally heard footsteps, seen some shadows, and "felt" presences. I had a poltergeist when I was 14, which was during a particularly traumatic time in my life. I'd freak the first time I'd "meet" a presence or catch a glimpse of it, but generally accept them afterwards, like when I was head of the costume shop at a playhouse and the first and longest-running costume mistress would hang about the shop while I was doing inventory; I'd make sure to say hello and good-bye to her whenever I was there.
I'm convinced that, for the most part, there are places in the space-time tapestry that are worn away by the routines of those who frequented there (ladies walking in a garden every afternoon, father sitting in his favorite chair in the evening, lighthouse keeper walking between cottage and lighthouse, etc).
Yes, I have experienced several things from about age 10 until now. Im 43. I lived in 2 haunted houses and worked in a haunted location. I was scared as a kid, but don't really think about it much as an adult.
I've been told I did when I was little, I just don't remember. I'm 25 now & would probably pee my pants if I saw one. The thought scares me. ... Extremely creepy! When I watch Ghost Adventures, I fall asleep with my closet light on. LOL