First off: I'm not religious. Second, I lived in a haunted house, so telling me that ghosts aren't real, will not convince me. My late-father was a reluctant medium, and almost every single house he lived in during his 60 year lifetime, was active.
But I will narrow it down to one particular house that I lived in, with my family, when I was 19 years old, for six months. (We moved out the very day our lease was up.)
Music played all night long. Not pop songs, mind you, but musicbox style music.
Animal noises could be heard during the night. Farm animals, from inside the house. (Like it matters - we lived in a town.)
Non-existant doors slammed all night long. "Slam." "Slam." "Slam." ETC.
Pillows were thrown across the room on several occasions, and once, one our cats was picked up and carried across the room (in front of 4 witnesses) and sat down on the other side of the room.
Logs from the fireplace were carried up into the crawlspace of the house, where they could be retrieved the next morning, and put back into the fireplace, in order to be used. (We only had to find them once - straddled in the opening of the crawlspace in the garage - the panel that usually kept it shut pushed aside, after that - we knew where they were.)
My dad saw a woman walk walk the entire length of a hallway on several occasions. Nobody else saw apparitions, just heard them - all night long - EVERY SINGLE night.
Yes, we were terrified. Actually, when we moved in, nothing happened for a few months, but then things started happening, and by the time we all talked about it, it became unbearable. My late brother and I actually bunked in each others rooms, because we were too afraid to sleep in our rooms alone.
There were other things in that house, and I don't care if you believe me. But don't tell me that paranormal things don't exist.
That's like my telling you that your neighbors do not exist, just because I've never seen them. |