I had this posted on my profile, but I'm wondering what everyone else's is.
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When my wife and I first got married, we rented a very nice old house on a lake. My wife's daughter was 5 years old. I was sitting downstairs int he living room watching TV and my wife was putting her daughter to bed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl open the bathroom door, turn on the light and close the door.

I yelled, "Kerri, what are you doing down here? Use the upstairs bathroom."
My wife, from upstairs, yelled down, "Who are you talking to?", "Kerri!", "Kerri's right here in front of me!"

I got up and ran to the bathroom and flung the door open. The light was on and the toilet was flushing.

It was totally awesome!

Ok well as far as one where I was a passive participant, I'll say--one weekend I was sleeping over at a friend's house and of course being teenaged girls into paranormal, we did a seance (common occurance for us). So we asked our spirit for a sign of their presence, and the zipper on my overnight bag zipped up, about 2 feet away from me.

As far as one I initiated, that would be having a vision of my daughter, 9 years before she was born.

I think the most impressive experience I ever had was when I was much younger. I was over at a friends house and 3 of us were playing down in his basement. Our common rainy day play location. Ghostbusters was a movie that was recently out (to give you an idea of when this took place), so we had backpacks on and were pretending to capture ghosts. We were using the characters names not our own. Well suddenly out of nowhere (honestly it sounded like it came from everywhere down there) something shouted, "No it's Al." We flew upstairs to find my friend's mother at the door of the basement getting ready to yell at us not to yell in the house. It still sits in the back of my mind yet today. I have never heard a voice out of nowhere that was as clear as that one was.

Scariest has to be a tie between my baby dolls eyes moving by themselves (when I was 4) and the shadow man I saw in the hall way between the ages of 4 and 8.( same time of year every year at the same time.) Needles to say I am still slghtly afraid of the dark and can't stand dolls of any kind.

CoolestB) has to be a couple of months ago I was driving up the road and came to a corner when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw an old man.

I freak out because it was night and thought "Oh no! I nearly ran over an old man, I didn't even see him!"
I turned around to mouth a "sorry." to him, it was then I realized he would have to be standing in my boot he was that close to my back windscreen. He just gave me a smile tipped his cap and disappeared.

I recently found out that a few years before we moved to the area an old man was stabbed to death by a group of youth's on that corner.

Hmm.. thats a tough one for me.. but i'm going to have to say the time when i was still living with my dad ( maybe 17) and i kept hearing people in my house all the time. seeing shadows under my door from out my in my hall since i always keep a light on i can see it clear as day. my dad's bedroom door is directly in front of mine so there is no way to make a shadow from his room. i'd hear people coming up the stairs that are to the left of the hall from my room. ( old spiral stair case ) just getting to the point were i couldnt even stand to be in the house i had to go spend a few days with my boyfriend( now husband)'s parents. While i was at my now in-laws house my dad smudged the house so i could feel safe to come back. it only lasted so long before i started feel creeped out again and over whelmed and to top all the stress of that and my family issues i had just found out i was pregnant. then my bf came to live with me and my dad had pretty much giving us the house to our selves then our son as well. it seem to all just disappear as soon as i brought my son home. it was so peacefully... for about an hour lol ( woo mom joke) But i do still feel very pressured in some places. I embrace the gift without letting it take control of me. But i am now a very happy controlled wife and mother of a 2 year

Hi, I’m Jan and I live in Australia and the house I live in is about 95 years old and have my own resident ghost. He’s an old gentleman and he’s no trouble at all and only seems to appear in the hallway. He has moved things around the house and also changed TV channels but he’s not mischievous and doesn’t scare me I just think that he's happy that someone is looking after the house. I’m a person who’s always been interested in the paranormal and I’m looking forward to meeting everyone here and finding out your stories and also sharing more of mine.

janglynbar wrote:


Where about in Australia? I am in NSW.

I'm in Launceston, Tasmania. Where in NSW are you?

I was on a ghost tour with the equipment tech for my team and we entered an area once used as a makeshift morgue. Suddenly, I was unable to stand still. My upper body began twitching nonstop and shifting around. This continued until we exited the room

You know what, I actually thought of another story. Don't know why but it slipped my mind.

The house I grew up in from ages 2-12, at some point I noticed things were not right in the attic playroom. Whatever it was seemed to be attached to me (chapter one in the story of my life, really). I went up there and a picture frame had been knocked off the wall and was about 10 feet across the room with the glass unbroken. And a doll of mind went missing for about 2 months. I literally put her down and she was gone. I found her one morning up on top of the bureau in my room. #1, I was fastidious about my dolls and wouldn't have misplaced one. #2 for whatever reason, even though the bureau was in my room, my mom kept her clothes in there and I wasn't allowed to touch it, so I definitely wouldn't have put my doll up there.

But really, up until then I thought I was imagining. That was, until when we moved. The children followed me to the new house and made themselves heard loud and clear. My parents were building this house, so it was brand new. We'd just gotten our kitchen counters installed and I was sitting on them humming a tune I was making up off the top of my head. I stopped, and from down the hall I heard the song being sung back to me in a different key. There were times when the door would open and close by itself, and if I asked politely, I could get the little boy to close and open it at my command. I never knew exactly where they came from but eventually they disappeared. And no one in my family believes me about this because none of them ever heard the singing or the little boy's laughing as he ran up and down the hall.